My slit is heathen sailing on
        the list of blasted roots, state
                of horror turning in the merchant of
                        my throat, thorax acid sizzle
                                through the rings, drip down sweat and

                                sing out motor for the puzzle metal
                        huddle to the pedal of his threat up
                braided nettles in the heat of seeking
        salmon crushing current with the jelly
fibers, diver with the hive ripped out

                              (from the archives, circa 2003)