random stanzas

I have not eaten an orange
in months.
My mouth is soul, it's up
to me to decide
wether to eat a banana
or trap animals

I have become the
only one who can
last among
the strain of fruitless
time --

not only have I begged
but I have been lucid
in my thoughts
about chacmol or
about thick stems
or nouns which take
three hours to pronounce.