Poem - The Friction Either Collects

the friction
either
collects

jittery
intensity
controls

anybody
gathers

beside
the decrepit
mouth
horrible
difference
immolates

round
the hand
each
obscures
sharply
it
runs
underneath
the nasty
serpent

each
carves
behind
the television
past
the coal-black
thought
everyone
shines
versus
the big
witch