leather cynosure

What had you been thinking of typing / a poet in eyeliner dies / strapped in to his boots / jacket / a leather cynosure in shades / a plastic bag full of shit / drenched by the rain / collapsed / clinging to itself / a heavy skin saturated by the mist on this hill / this stage of mud and puddle footprints / overtrod / penetrating one another / perhaps this bag is Gucci or Hermes / a new discarded / disposable emergency excrement range / whatever / tis caviar to the experienced climber / a numb punctuation in the aqueous air / lightly prodded with a stick / wafted toward the nostril / the other currently exuding mucus in drips or elongated slimes / nothing a good snort won’t cure / whilst evading rigor mortis / soaked to the bone mortality / I can at least cast a story upon this shit filled plastic bag…