biting into tinfoil
choking on a breath of air
belly thoughts & tingle touch
fretting in a square

happiness is fear sublime
conjoined so much confused
lightness shades the smile was brought
self-flagellating you’re the you

second guess with certainty
the laughter of a child
mocking on in taunting chant
stinking word & sadist style

abandon turning cross or criss
the compass points ’round
revel in decidelessness
a tomb of toothless clowns