sonnet XXII

here i am! bang my fists on the table,

ne’er gonna blink again kinda crazy

give it all! i know you’re still capable

tie me up with your long intestine, PLEASE,

nature’s most sacrificial tourniquet,

tie me up til i can’t bleed anymore,

until it’s through! come on like you mean it!

string me up like a pair of sneakers o’er

a telephone line, a supposed sign, 

a god who’s had enough, a deity who’s

got it rough, and my eyes will blink, yes i

swear to it, you will sustain me, yes you;

while my neck is snapping eyes rolling

mouth foaming if i could taste it, only…