I am a partially solid
container of living conditions
just right for circuses
and menageries
in orchestra
things playing things
that end up playing me
to you if that is you
how small a some
of you depends
can you hear your
*** laughing

What if I don't perceive
this connection
thinking of you
as audience
to a page
of words
shapely
or not
maybe
impressively
so you read them
seek rhythms in them
even and then opine inwardly
as to their conformity to the edge
turnt the way edges turn for you
subtly or all at once
the going off
of things
poetic

I wish I was only
a reflection of you
but that
cannot be true
as I am
a confection of you
sweet i found
my way out
without insulting
you although a
confusion of you
without a particle-y
contusion of you
remains as a simple
infusation of you
slowed at cessation
the old soft shoe

If you don't like me
falling down on words
collapsing gasps
into tedium
with hints of jasper
Try ascribing again
to your weak beliefs
and measure thereby
your soul and then mine
see if your hands burn
for a knife, for a weapon

I think I'm sprankling along
this is a conflagration
of sprite and tank and ling
this girl I know like *****
a conflatulation I made up
Starting now on demand
every episode stops midway
and looks at you and asks
if you would like to buy
insurance and what
do you have to ensure
against inflation, and water
since you can't come clean
even against time and its kind

time and water are friends
so don't believe their lies
how they will be there
when you need them

you will sign up to be
flowing hoping to bob
your days gently along
an easy sunlit shore

these lies are employed
for someone else's laughter
our lives on some stage
of which we are unaware

a natural act an unseen watching
written up like time become space
I've inked my body's imagination
with misprints from the school lunch
menu

I'd like to have one of those again
pasty instant potatoes and add water
gravy next to an oddly shaped loaf
of how to make money off our children

we have been trading on our hearts
discounting how you affect my soul
with explanations galore that would
extrapolate happily on the drawbacks

Of Thursday afternoons with no wine
and it's this stage upon which all
of this nonsense cavorts it ills
as if we were more than ticketed acts

In my head
ducking thoughts
bears chasing
through trees
me squawking away
hitting the other side
of my skull
and realizing
I can't fit
out that ear
Head for a nostril?
it is not going to work
i hold very still
and start vibrating
'til even the woods
are shaking
and the bears yield
to my faux quake
and then
because that is
so hard to do
so much to endure
I dampen down
the vibrations
and we're all good
and no one sees