the entire street has taken hallucinogenics

the grilled fish place at the end of the street is still open

dive into the fish belly in order to

stack up the seasonings for the thought of death

body lithe like a fish

flipping from side A to side B

every chopstick stripping skin and flesh

for the soul leaving the body

 

it’s [better/okay/over] now

sway, completely naked

let the drunkards blow of puff of air

from the chest towards their sinking companions

put [head/skull/brain] in wheel crushed over and over

use an empty bottle to store the surviving loneliness

 

the people who want to die have not died

they continue to sway along their alcoholic way

picking out the bones as they go

at the end of the street they use a soft moon

to bring back to life the [person/people] who killed you