I am open to some web
some web of energy
and being
that scares me
I think it will
swamp me

I don't craft vases
vazes that is
I don't craft 'em
unless you say
that i do
then i
happily do
I craft vazes
all day

Give it up
you can't keep up

I can echo a heart
over time
I am a movie
about a movie
about a character
a real
character
i am a movie
about me
I am echoing
a heart
that is mine
i imagine
seeing it beat
listening to it's
sweet
gurgling of me
scene one
it is tomorrow
we are all
glowing

The socks I bleached
are haunting me
pale in darkness
restless soles watching
as I light candles and
incense my shoes
pulling their tongues
taught against lacing
up I have found better

Anklez bare to needs
flashing alternatively
propping me from falling
forward my jars of wish
that was printed on time
wailing on instruments
always carried unslung
in these neighborhoods

you wander alone ****
to learing appreciation
cigars and ham blowing
lives in curlers too hot
the at home underwear
holding us apart
falsely I claimed
being here again

What is coming into being
in these bundles of thready
signalling winging at once
a wall of sound brick notes
wavering chafed and read
forming crumbling bling

Blundering in some direction
is scheduled for tomorrow
whether i admit now
my complete huh-ness
not to mention duh-ness
an' enlightening wuh-ness
or not these prime skills
will gracefully guide
my lurching about panic'd
smiling folly of a poem/day
walking a confused beat
that dubiously ends here