This evening
she walked in
and out
left in a pout
I did say something
very evil

I am certain
I did

I have some
confusion
as to what
as is usual

My capacity
for inadvertent
evil
is only exceeded
by my capacity
for inadvertent
okay

So I make it all
okay
seemingly
well you know
but don't laugh
at my necessaries

I think of
unhealthy
things to do
to cause
poetry

I feel
I should also say
I think of things
of beauty
to cause
poetry

I am
unclear
as to which
stitches what
up your
intake

these ramifications
are farcical
I abjure effable
subterfuge
when that kiss
the one you
live on
pulls on
its gloves
and glares

things better dispensed with
fill my brain
you know they're about you
when you've just left and run
run run run and run desperately
not finding
not there
not
here again
her ag

a symphony of clang

no ing

harm home now
my tenets uneasy

Please don't be real people
with itches
and angsts

or that fucin thing
lus
ting

'*** then singing
makes
sense

and poesy-ets
should
be

They won't let you stay
will they

They say
You are free now

To roam about
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I observe future snowy slopes
from these slithering wisps
of seventeen degrees
sliding against
my foolishly bare knees

I observe my turning hands
warming themselves in nests
of fingers and cupped palms
rubbing around
each other's need calms