Distancing

No heartsick I
without a wall to hide me.
For clarity, he waved pizza-ways
saying see?
And pleading and I saw.

No heart, my dove,
no sad sick I nor heartsick
shall
without a wall to hide me.

No gut glue, love
nor scabless scrape
without an arm of wood.

For clarity he waves
to tv screens, and tv screens,
ephemera, ephemer-ha,
and pleading so and saying see?
And pleading too I saw.

In turn I speak and croak and bleat
The sacred tongue of crap.