Loneliness comes out of the toilet bowl with a flashlight.

This happens in the middle of the night but also the afternoon.

Sometimes you find it screaming around and around,

Sometimes you feel a flushing in your throat. Think

Of the violence as thick images glazed onto porcelain with

Blood/ decide on the aggressiveness of the word schlack

Twenty-thousand black squares hovering before your eyes

Shadow-box the hallucination yell whack/whack whack.

Now stick your head in the water. The roots of your hair

Will pull your scalp outwards until it feels like a hat.

Remove the hat. You are inside. It is impolite.

Flush yourself again. Press the steel button down

Slowly, tenderly, there is an intimacy in self-disgust

A sharpness to harness. Keep at it. Forget your

Passwords. There is only glass in the bowl now

Glass in your mouth now, each big tooth clenched

Inside. Other grooves chalking grooves flush.

Flush again, swirling is swirling the light your white

Hand reaching out with nail clippings. Press them into

A palm. Think of Love. Think of the purple flowers

When you extend your thumb. The dog trapped in

The ceiling fan whimpering. The faulty wiring. The oil

Sea beneath the earth. Dancing on the bar in galoshes

For the blood. Missed messages. That shit in the pipes

That diluted the sun. I want you to understand that this

Is not self-immolation. Not a colour. Sometimes you will

Be tempted. Keep moving, flush again.