Fuck you, man! I am
a glorious machine
of ambiguous erudition.

I am gramophone
and a chastity belt.
I sing calamity

and make sex
svelte. I cornucopia
depression. Myopia

my impression. I
impersonate softly,
impregnate eyes haughtily.

I unfurl a wingspan
of nations’ flags
and arms. Human

arms. I broke wind
and defenestrated
charm. I am brutal

barbaric bard. I am
unsettled, collected
a smoke-aged barrel

of lard. I trust rocks
and trees and old
sepia flickering

in dark rooms
reminding me that I
defecate. I deprecate

harm. I used all of me.
I have no more continues.
I am no longer in charge.