Ever clever my unorthodox

[nyarla_totep]

I've been pounding names
Into breathing clocks
A thousand at a time

Spit, bile, retch
Wretched from my hold
Counting fewer than now
Burning past this cold

Poor pour vessel
Skeletal remains
Ashen bone mask
Tasting my disdain's

Harder now than I've ever been
each one costs a thing.