“In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!”
― James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

catching my death

of the cold is an English melody

meaning travelling from heat to freezing cold

culture, religion, sexual orintention, trans-sans

sans everything

this means nothing to me

people eat, shit, eat, shit,

just like that

i wear a funny hat

no smiles, no men o'pause, just the barest necessities

freeze, moan, groan, alone

I say these words into this barely-mystic air

that is always, and forever, everywhere

like in one of Solz’s gulags, it’s a European thing,

every songbird says

I made the wrong signs, so out of line,

a triangle reappears

in -b + or - sq root of b2–4ac/2b

that’s one way to pray

I have a guilt for my best friend,

keeping him warm

stops this inclement shivering inside

 by all means there’s worse to come

sans teeth, sans everything