body without organs –

because i told you so, there, reveling in

car crashes, lust, or hatred

you deconstruct us leaving us limp

and stoic with surmise we

hobble on to the next theory

to bask in for awhile -- we are the

upturned scions of a intemperate age

here fornicating but not

making love our minds latinized with unkempt verbiage

we conflate reason and insanity in

a vulgar brew of happenstance and

intrepid irony we are the leftovers of

a passionate meal

served at our feet calmly embalming our brothers

and comrades

here to unhinge delicate indelicacies --