Desperate language, frozen.

     And Always the struggle to shatter
    the tyranny of the phrase,
    the wrenched, floating wretch, along
       above & within
    ...the invisible guck of clear glue...
          the nutz and skrewz
    flowing outta lungs.

    The common bolt in the metal temple
    shall turn a roborant friend,
    stranger still. But a stovetop flame
    beneath the brim, will bubble-gobble,
    grease the grip, and turn the fuckers out.