there are sentences
hunting me
unsatisfied

with their final form
saying
i quit on them

stanzas marching
around
hoping to stumble

upon meaning
glorious
meaning

unaware
of their bare cell
in a table

who imagines
me scrivening
desperately

for no one
will ever
page thru

these rows
hopeless
and knowing

sown on
imaginary
white ground

unsettled salt
embodying
being not

I escape
making

by looking
backwards

and closing
my eyes

really really
tightly

yet today's
haircut

made me
younger

somehow
transfusing

time and
attractiveness

don't i
imagine myself

in all eyes
well lit

If i knew
who i was talking to
i would know what to say

you are talking
to yourself
oh

I would make sense
I assure you
I would even make
lunch
For us
If you would eat
something
I prepared

If you would
cleave open
and accept

a small
universe
of confusion

i carry with me
regarding you

as just the normal
whirligig betwixt

supreme beings
and their usual chairs

this thought has seated
itself and proclaimed

things we must find
funny

we are all
the giant wave
in our own
universe

so what

there are
a lot
of universes
and galaxies
galore

and you
basking
in your own
reverberation
feeling every bit
of that power
peaking in you
are equally
matched
easily

that's how this works
wave and shore
grit and adore
this crashing war
what sticks and
what fits
can i has
some more

on this border
sweet unraveling
of everything
and more
than i am yet
threading myself
into chaos
seams of me
maignt out

and tailings
everything
is tailings

write against time
don't you have
some place to be
no, i am a place
to be

carving on now
my face a chisel
my arms
whirligigs amok
seeking purchase

i can't even
reconcile this
bit of bits
with my hopes
to electrify

there's a chemistry
under my fantasy
under my biology
on top of my physics

that makes me
fizzy
sometimes
slapped against
spacetime
like a sausage
against slime

who sold me
this subscription
to tomorrow
i am so
addicted
and afraid
of turning time
into drivel
like this