The drug of my drug--
begotten, not made--
a pause a cliff a bluff of my bluff
(d’ling d’ling)
ch, 1) the Knifeblade threads untold bellies’ buttons through buttons,
one after the next, to, he says harpoon god.
I consider
the foreskin gone of my forekin
gone agin.
I wander along the dark falls of your night where the light fists in.
there is a kind of magnetic ailment I rail against a kind of steel garter belt that wraps
thigh trembling
hand-thigh ordination,
all hail of yours;
ahowl of it,
a bloodless trauma of inbeaten hearts: poundless, penniless, and free.

Official Music Video for “Generator,” by Tim Holland.