FROM SCORN'S MAW

i plunge,

(half worn)

into seas of

violent mania;

swarmed by shoals of

ravenous mockery,

thrashing on your tongue --

flee

should karma

set its teeth upon you:

or your bones'll

rot shipwrecked

& in manic glee i'll

applaud as tempestuous swell

overwhelms

(your)

skin.