dead yes

dead yes in a hammock of well dressed
like some kinda lime star on a cufflink 
sinking its dreams into a morsel of “ What’s Left? ‘
and “ Hell Yes! “ … I’ve got the wound
that kills best.
I can’t seem to be real…
i actually have to not Be There.
i actually have to fold everything into a square
that has a circle for a dream
without Witnesses.