That man in the glass is you
your burst blood vessels
sit like sentries
guarding the passage of time

and that leaking thing
that growing snub
is your shneck

bleeding isn’t it?
you’ve only made it bleed
fatal looking
like a walnut

dribbling on Juan Leon
because that’s what he deserves
your fingers are made for death
and so happily they seek it

red streaks, hide happily
in your spit
to knock you sick
and add to your symptoms