Walk/Throw by Jorma Whittaker

tie-dye

bespoke  (words)  unsound

i hide

(oh, love) . come out
here.
you need me.
i

play an   ingenue  /
caress your

implacable need
for

ego-stroking,
tied

up  (in dangerous places
between bicycle pieces /

turning /

always twisted) in rotation.
it

is you
who

provoked this journey, (only you)

who
can
end it...