i understand "let's break skin" but this boundary is poorly defined

i spent a lot of time at home
i spend a lot of time on my own
i spent a lot of time alone but
that's about to chance a little bit

a little big of change a bee
a boy, maxwell, well okay, oh well
my friend, my space, my place
divine rod of intervention, or

perhaps i said too much.

or broke the scheme, the skin
the form of the poem,
which, while undefined and
growing slow still said to me

"here's a structure on which you
can rely and hold close till all
hell breaks you, yes you
and why did you call your penis that?"

oh structure, form, a glass, john cage
full of grain or empty white space
whole why i said empty ashamed
you can almost taste it,

i saw you there. oh strange one,
stealing answers from other strangers
small wonder, my sin, my soul,
falling in what with a 19 year hole

a week, a whisper, a kiss, a sister
your why's, i mister, a girl, a visitor
my his story, your wise grimace
this old mare has much menace in her
a winner, a loser, a sailor, a glimmer
a hope, a winter, a child, come hither
a town, a crier, a tyrant, decider
a wonder, a monster, a wretch, a lover
a lover, another, a mother, oh brother
a bird, on a wire, a salesman, a liar
a teenager, a body, a werther, a lotte,
another week, another missed her,
another chance, another his turn,
a rock, a window, a gun, a hint, or,
a nail, a hammer, a log, a splinter
a fist,
a fist,
a fist,
a fist,
a fist,
a foot,
and a fist.