to god tickling my feet
love dangles above
(not attraction drawn from fate
but stepping persons who have
held or stood for
not being receptive enough)

if i stand
if i stand on them
and press toes in their heads
i could handle
strangle those amorous legs
then i would be infallible

in realisation tin cans crush necks
steel cannots dislocate worlds out of
which shatter on his lordship's floor
pour. poor.
pause before

spilling seas wash away maybes