Somewhere in the Ks? (Between Joyce and Legion)

I could slide under the the trucks as they come.

When I think of the bone-jolt, it makes my skin hum.

Or I could step onto sacred ground

and throw my fists at everyone around.

I could isolate youth and trust

and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust,

Which would probably also start a fight

I could dig Cobain's great vise into my eye

Or take some construction paper, cut, and slide.

I could tug and fondle and fiddle.

I could take a knife, slice it right down the middle

For a laugh, I could play in the crunch or the red,

For a laugh that leaves everyone crying instead.

I don't know what game, and I don't know why,

But I don't want to play it unless I could die.