winter in pigtown bucket of rain i swept the asbestos into a pile again in my small room without a window i was graceful enough just to be alone i dont know whats come over me the full moon or infinity on my walk i found a watch in the snow second hand still ticking i slid it on my wrist slow though time was of essence i ignored instead to hide my face into the fat id stored i dont know whats come over me the full moon or infinity for tourist woman vacations squalor is something to gloat about especially the rent im sure come to me sit with me chain me down hair is growing in so many new places ive found i dont know whats come over me the full moon or infinity the soft light of candles fill the house i am compelled to repeat my vows infinity whispers in my ear will my violence reveal itself away or near i dont know whats come over me the full moon or infinity