We are all lying to you
this isn't ink

these aren't rhymes
or (you know) reason

parenthetical poetry
antithetical blow at me

any line taken deep
i grab the pole

what bites this
syllable raw

embarrassed sound
ducks from frilly

meaning expands
to fill the space

i afford fear
and tighten

I have a hollow gesture
for you
it is
my life

cavernous in
understanding
cantankerous
in all else

currently it sits
pecking letters
sipping crushings
spilling sentiment

i've nothing
to clean this up
i've nothing
to offer up

None of this
The lying part of me
Has decided
Is for you

I just need a place
To put this
That is outside
Of me

How a perfect thing
behaves so badly
Confounds all
My cleverness

My gasps past
became distant
and my need
Overcomes

I'm sinking
through the floor
is vaporous
theatrically disappearing
arms raised

i am the phoenix
immo
late
agin

sorry though
now that I have you here
are you interested
in a discount soul

i'll throw in
carefully created grief
misery and doldrums
misshapen nights
hands off guilt

you needn't do
or don't or won't
shan't all over
tomorrow as if
the imaginary cared

just read to here
i lie i lie i lie
into time
elaborately inventing you

It's the almost eyes
seeing

What i'm hiding
don't look

is the skin
in a panic

carrying its salt water
out of here

i've almost eyes
to almost

it's this lesson
sandwiched

'tween breath
and death

i've scurried
along

I had a line
and lost it

on the way
to here

Is of no matter
disingenuous of you
opining

gaps 'tween **** ahm
hearin' dave mathews
space

if u had teeth n lips
'sted of aged what
no