I made a word, agony—
not as an acrostic,
not in bold characters, not as letters,
not held by nails of steely grammar.
Rather, I was bent on bonfire,
getting up such scrap and scratch as I could,
scrawling and scratchy chords that’re
struck of a second and thrown aside.
I was only on for a bonfire—well,
and the smoke as it rose from flaming
spelled—
-2003
