Where is
this gentle space
I seek
wherein
I belong
and am safe

is this
the path
i should be
upon
am i
getting there

is this here
am i
among others
like me
edging
out

I read this physicist's
comment on consciousness
to Nell, my white bunny
Nell said,
Nibble, nibble nibble
Nibble nibble, nibble
Nibble nibble nib
Then paused
watching
in her quiet way
to let it sink in
Delightful!

I've retracted this line
so many times
I felt I had to say
something to those of you
waiting in my imagination
for my next work
and who need
an explanation as to
my delay

i wish ink still stained
pages with this scouring
and pressing down
sound of blades on parchment
sailing words course through
this cellulose sea
quiet alone now

letters spill on as if
polymeric chains snag
heartstrings past embarrassment
follow one another out into some light
twinging yet owned
sparks of snappy life
shorting forward
and at something
so you see

Nuances of red
are everywhere
on everything
Coloring and
Discoloring
Filtering and
Or reflecting


My red ness
over your smile
souring it
unreal
Artifactual
I aver'
to dim ness


A light i am
To be off
lines cringing
submerge
beneath scattered about
shame
until i quiesce

This gravitic nonsense
pulls on what
oh
the belonging

you are in
just by reading this
and clicking love

you'll receive exclusive
benefits
and this halts my f ingers

bad grav
gripsme
i scrunch forward
jutting my jaw

here an'
i melt away from
the keyboard

This false inspiration
a ailment common 'mongst us
This reasonable reason
resonates doesn't it
accept my resonation
which you might seek
or the identification
of attempts only
attempts

The art of falseness
no less
delightful in its
thrum of beauty
this decadence careless
of its perch seeks
to not be
fallen falling

Rising this cheap
falling for attention
isn't sacrifice or
heroics is self blowics
inflation of false selves
pitched against the screen
now to see

The lipped and smeared glass beckoned
brazenly
sauces fingered over red
what do they say
flavors blending conspicuously
rich

i say
rich
and I sip away at this submarine
blue and cool coral in the distance
under sun light blading-in warmth
like carved happiness suddenly
uncovered will you look
at that

i drain it down
hold while i open another thanks
and i recognize the homage
in reluctance recalcitrance even
words of ground glass
grin out

on this plain
these steppes swept
out
lightly switched off life
drifts on here