The time I have elicited
elongates or even
telescopes to this' end

Reaching into the dark
bag of tomorrow
disappears my hand

Could it be on you
forever dismembered
leading a happy second

dancing in neural halls
now imagined in mine
absurdly drawn

You've got a clef in your note
just there, use your banjo
or guitar to pick it out

you have to scream and then
they say, you have to shout
it's very certain to work it all out

I'm an orphan of endorphin
pharmacologically uncertain
about to dissolve it all out

You see these waves washing up
you see this shore of heart
weathering about everything

you know it wants to sleep
you know it wants to keep
and listening, it turns around

the water, the momentum of ought to
thrown against hard tomorrow
halt is ground out

Bang a slang gang
I have to rhyme a crime
cram a frambe' hey
big brain in a sleigh
what is a frappe
anyway
say
I have
to hey

I'm down here
tapping away

I am spilling out
here in a chair
hair above
nothing there
not even square
speeding some
where is away
from I heard
from I am
from

that excavation
is done

as is you could
brush away

the crumbs from
your smile
and be happier

I'll take this space
adequately filled
with no one

And I'll drown it
introspectively
with ire

Conspicuous
consumption of
high regard

of breathless absence
and your presence
so willful

straining against
flitting away
from here

I am thinking
of a poem
I might
write someday
that is so good
you will
love it
and
tell everyone
and then
I will
be happy

this is my goal
head drooping
nearly unconscious
barely able
to get up
and collapse
into bed
darkness