An orange jumpsuit

Fiendish rogues

Stung by zeal

White-hot iron

In measured

doses of pain

I hang off a rock

In a storm of stardust

My soul clings

To desert winds

No smokes

For fifty years

I crave a cigarette

Red lights flash

A siren blasts

Fingers bleed

Teeth fall out

My tongue

has disappeared

I gasp for breath

My headless body

no longer belongs to me

I’m a pebble

Kicked down a road