a century of universal decay in cyclotrons nuclei are split souls are split, sounds are split insanely while behind a quiet fence on a bench in someone's garden doom weighs a century of separation and her eyes are ancient and her palms are taut with nerves it comes oozing out of flowers at night it comes out of the rain if a snake looks skyward it comes out of chairs and tables if you don't point at them and say their names it comes into your mouth while you sleep pressing like a washcloth beware, beware nearby and cynical, d**h brandishes a hasty spade here whispers are worse than curses, offer no consolation how long the bureaucrats babbled on like crows about universal good... if you meet a cross eyed person you must plunge into the gra**, alongside the chilly ants
fish through the green fingernails and come up with the four leaf clover or your blood with congeal like cold gravy if you run across a horseshoe, pa**erby, stop, take your hands out of your pockets and count the nails as you count your children or your money otherwise a sand flea will crawl in your ear and fly into your brain and the only wall you'll keep from going mad, is to be hit with a hammer every hour if a hunchback is in the elevator with you don't turn away... don't turn away immediately touch his hump for a child will be born from his back tomorrow and if he promptly bites the baby's nails off so it won't become a thief that child will be holy and you, simple bird that you are, may go on flying whan you knock on wood and you go you knock on the cross