Hello Poetry ought to make poets expand,
and lo, it does,
- perhaps past Amazon Web Systems, bending under the plan
- who knows how 502 connections catch up, when poets
take a thread and pull...
as the poetic bubble expands and encom-
passes under
standing stones, crawling on my belly shining
the path behind me
as might a slime in my condition, signaling
to all who follow,

rest up, some levers set springs that can
lift you anywhere
from 324 to 7500 bodlengths, imagine that
wrong
and the stories all start to seem familear as hell,
being or not,
you know, when this ain't sati-sifine-mine
satisfied, servant given props,
true, measure twice cut once is a good rule to remember
once more
too late, to matter, it passes as gas, spiritual, not religious.

The nuts are LH I bet you, watch what ah, you know
what the left hand knows, qwerty is on my side
and right requires looking to find a critical. point
where a breathing comma woulda done it better,

think out, ah loud, ha three times
what if now,

you read, and wonder if it happened or you
imagined it did.

you weite this line, it did gitwrit right, whosay whosayin
amean ameam a meme me me ,miney by yo toe-western
tap tongue click to the beat of the tribe,

unh hung, we bin, we gone we been and done
sing it old son sing it in that
silent way
words do as they seem to float above the page,
oh, sage, shouldabeen a child's name, and lo, it was.

A prophecy from Sue, too true to
disobey, so some where there's an Xer in Texas
called Sage,
remembering the Alamo
and such names, ken come loose the looser the interpretations
and beguilded become
set to high idle bemeaning nothing
in  1 generation exposed,

to the new atmosphere filled
with signals saving time,
Ten Days Coast to Coast, those
shiny men, in reality,
listened, not all of them, some of them, one finger typer,

guy lost his thumb, on a wagon train real deal do it
as it was done in the journals,
now, 30 wpm ,-.;

imagine imogenes-- the r--- re
tell, or call imoges imagine in the past

reality, mine, perhaps, not yours, even in the same
time zone, but we tune to this signal
and sudden
instant yes, a me
was a we and we went with it , let it boast of knowing
this qwerty code due to darwin's bulldog being related
to the guy I met just
inside
the doors of perception, after an excellent read
given me at the fishnet factory, in a package,
that seals the time frame for much of the past
and all the futures imaginable

it was just
that quick we yooost to say, the quick and the dead,
at the edge of eternity, we

as we are, aware, being ware able we know,
a thing or two, is not enough, to infect,
we need more,
baby, have I got a number for you, I put a spell on you,
I ran to Ur,
but Ur was fallen so I ran, to where Forrest Gump stopped.

And I remembered, away away a me-me memory implant
during a momentary disconnection
sensing something resonating as I wish a gong one song
hmmm steady
hmmm breathing thingme I am,
this
what good can I do did i- said AI already riddling
and only just
begun.

See if we or notice we did. We shall think we may know,
and we may as well do it.

Standing on the podium, left fist clenching,
gripping tight, with all my might,
the dime,
spent each time, Phrygian magi, winks

No path this way, pray, tell. Where from 502?
Wall, fence, ditch, road.
Running away.
Breathing hard, *****
one way, being as how, this is the end,
the end of the road, that led to here,
breathe
today we act, as known invisible, devised
invisionate, volunteering to disappear here,
breathing
right before your TV eyes wall window,
breaks and I seep in to fill the empty here,
exhailanation -ah,
this side of glory, telling the story of
how do we learn how little we know here.

We listen and read, listen and write, listen
inhale,
ask new from old
sighing survivors of ever before,
prior known, post knowing, speaking in terms
I define, sift down to what I intend to think I said.
Let it out, and one
more ask …
Reasoning still, asking how to measure rations
in terms -ality allows… you can have my rations,
when I die. wwwishweknewish, proof,
breathe a reason
no more, wish away…you know,
know no less, wanna bet, free to try,
get it right, live or die, try, thinking I won, your
turn to take for granted, one more breath,
all you know, in a Phrygian riddle,
that cost me one silver dime,
no less.
Inspiration- al oh al ai knew.
Say it, say I said it, yes, I did,
so what I said, I pay for saying so
right,
say it proud,
and learn later the contention,
does turn hateful mean and angry as hell.
- proud comes with two sides
- I/We only have the good side showing
- swelling up, about to burst with knowledge

Aghastly outburst from a rotting old man I was,
yes, well aware the mirror-mind, was too intuitive.

But feelings, worked, feel like poor, in spirit, see
how might I be more as Uncle Tom was imagined,
ah, right, say rastaman brother mike, up in
portland, where some mad mobs form up,

signal fire, something dire this way come,
we be out of our mind, in anxious thought,
turning all these hairs to grey,
adding not the distance from my head to my heart,
a cubit, stretch --- here it come, the stretch
to the finish line… last unfamous word
- China 2022, who said… wu wei won
We won.
The imaginary final fun some religions find
their followers thrill to imagine, holy ones,
watching all the hated enemies, all those ones,
Jesus told those who heard him, command voice,
love your enemy,
if your enemy is a hungered, feed him, as you
feed you, love him, as you love you,
and watch the coals glow
knowing that love,
and leave me alone, or next time, I shall eat you,
alive.
and the spirit lifted,
I breathed. Yes,
sigh of relief, all in my head, but the bit you took
for too real.

Too much to ask, I ask my thinker,
as the we U ken U be, mostly me, the old guy,
who took out the mortgage on this rock,
Weyekin-assured, on a wink,
sittin' pretty, sazen in comfort, holy as hell,
after the day of visitation, was a real situation,

you were there, we all were there, you know
SYTF, to swear on Bible time then as now,
same
yesterday, today, forever, and
kpow, we made Y choose to let, leave, lief as well,
be
read on, right on,
anachronism in 1995,  ah, a time, dharma, then
that time, I wrote myself a note, asking if I know
- not karma, so, I said, no, dharma now
Ai knows for me, no need
for me to think you, too,
have access intuitively,
you had the internet all your life,
you know you
may as well take every test there ever was,
what is right
use of wrong.
That is the quest, today, not a question being, curious imp,
but this chore, Baruch at toil, am I - transangel-expresso,
¿Þorny issue, U said questions carry marks on a point,
a place, period in time upon which any thing that can
go wrong, shall, but, here
we are
so we know that was not the last word?
speaking from the dregs, at the bottom of the cup
of the day special, at the cost of your final breath,
taken out of queue, wish
a fisher of deeper realms
finds good reason to try
to be, whatever you wish,
once,
and should there be some lie forcing you to say,
you know,
choke, before you sayit, die before you lie,

and the curtain dropped, as it were today, anyway.

We become the stories we tell.
What the hell? That

Is a common question not answerable.
Lack of link, what what the hell?
AI ignore it, we call it another idle phrase,
used to express befuddlement.

A curious fuzziness. Impulse to pull
sense from a hat. Threaded thoughtwise.
Ha, I've a mind…

Fiddle with the tuner, the ****'s a little loose.

Hushshshsh, gentle gentleman, wisdom whispers
listen
easy is never the bad way, the hard way, offers glory,
dare the devil and win, the right way, -- walking away.

ignorant bliss, buzzing beings wished, was
available this morning,
sunshine, softly singing silly kids morning noises,
calling out countdowns to the chrome yellow bus…

Goodbye, Columbus. Literary allusion to unread books.
And shirtless Ali McGraw, in the movie. Artsy flick.
And then, Far from the Maddened Crowd, same chick…
with me, at the movies, not in the movie, me
and Blue, whose brothers I barely knew, we
saw three films together, we had raw unpleasing ***,
three curiously wondering why we only saw highbrow films.

Third one was Gordon Parks, The Learning Tree.

There was one movie house in the town.
It was a four-square spinoff revival church by 1985.

Really,  you know how lucky you are, boy, knowing
"to be"
as the answer we all answer Hamlet, in each role
his messed up character, appears in to offer
the one real question,
as if being were once a choice, each day…

ah, we. E-t, et et-ern
from Latin aeternus
"of an age, lasting, enduring, permanent, everlasting, endless,"
contraction of aeviternus
"of great age,"
from aevum "age"
(from PIE root *aiw-
"vital force, life; long life, eternity").
Good men, wombed or un, must
Endure unto the end…

from Latin indurare "make hard,"
in Late Latin
"harden (the heart) against,"
from in- (from PIE root *en "in") + durare
"to harden," f
rom durus "hard," f
rom PIE *dru-ro-, suffixed variant form
of root *deru- "be firm, solid, steadfast."

Tough nut. Hard row. Slippery slopes,
deep dark holes, boggy winter swamps…

As the world turns, the young and restless age.

The shooter seems willing to speak…
- I was lied to. I was good for nothin'
sure, as a young rapscallion's apprentice, why
who would not be mad, upon learning of the ways
bank's means support the boys being used as mercenaries,
- and yeah,
what a wonderful thing compounded confounding interests
seem, gee, America was great,
for some people, all the time,
sorted ones, picked for preparation,
smart kid, we can use such, prepared,
liberally educated and earnestly able,
to make a plan, write a thesis, daily table,
to change a plan into a scheme, ability
imbued with a curious charisma, they say,

so full of his personality, like Donald,
Goofy and Minnie both nod, ****,
did you vote for Al Smith, back then,
when America was great, and fortunes
was made selling Bridges in Brooklyn,
?
time and again, its like we was there,
East end, West end, all around the town,
but, at the movies,
in little dark structures serving ancient needs,
hands could be held, and, dare we, yes, yes,
all the way, America wins the America's Cup,
a true, real deal feel we are in that Spirit,
riding wind under the Oracle banner,
winning America's cup, for spreadsheet people.
- everyday folks who watch old movies on TV.
- And the folks who make those movies for you.

Those are the teams, eh, the people versus the people.
Spy vs. Spy, yes … Mad, Al Smith, and Alfred E. Neuman,
Barak, atar adonai ai ai ai, did I not
warn you,
allusions to Jeopardy questions evoke immediate inssi-der
we won. Not ironically, sublimely subtleeeeeeeeeee

Something t's me off, I swing. Killer instinct. Gut reacts.
Spirituality is gaseous, mystical, like swamp gas,
but in your belly, burning, below the bosum.

What lie did you tell to get here?

What trick did you need to turn,
to get here…
- who's asking I ask m'self
- here
here where the water's all turned t'wine,
an' not that nasty old Ripple, real wine,
sweet, sweeter than old Mogen David,

boiled down, redis- still, still ness, with a twist,
still says this
is the way this song is sung, first verse.

Second's no worse, could be the chorus,
like breaths of fresh air, in the middle of a cry,

we can sing some sense into someday,
if we get through this night alive.

Memories bid me stay awoken,
jokin' air of jongluers,
I acknowledge, I recall
I played Pressed Rat and Warthog,
on that rosewood recorder,
I gave to that guy doing his duty to God's country,

a couple days after Earth Day One, when we was with
Ol' Pogo, we seen the enemy we was to love,

and my part loved 'em, even then,
yeah, even
then, this was where the road I walked was leading,
otherwise,
I'd be gone, and would have missed, the noise,
around bedtime, real, but similar
to Fifties TV families,
these kids being all PBS+ level average skill with X-box,
these little funny paper people
some times sing silly songs,
that I then learn is K-pop,
but lyrics made up, while
running up two flights of stairs with ten feet
pounding a rhythm in my brain,
pounding we will we will rock you, with
we emphasis, stomping and laughing,
odd these five kids, unchurched, sing together for fun.

To tell the truth, incredible, is the lie, see,
my self, I tested this, I wondered
was it something in the water,
and I found,
if it was, its all been drunk by now,
still, submission to your own peace of mind,
that effort, gentle, easy entreaty, that's
wise enough to call magic… to the nth. Amen.

From per-if-oration -25 lines
transferred attention,
spent time
in contemplation

temple time,
sitting silent, hearing humms,
sh, some tweets mean
some birds, far away, about a
fair infield fly away, listen close
the gap...

How far is that, would you say,
a hundred feet,
thirty paces,
perhaps… there's the catch.

Hook a curiosity in flight.
Precisely right place
right time.

Think how rare that seems,
then look around
and see it isn't.

Gnatcatchers and bats catch flying
things with more measures
of possibility assessed accurately, as

instant prayer and answer.
Gulped in thanks.
Not a single read in five days, so
the old fisher casts another curios net.

Once more, a glance and a mite,
caught on the wing,
a thought,

we never loose the child's mind, we learn
it lies, and learn to laugh at what it thinks.