i'm so tired
of the lightning
in your words
the ensuing
tightening
of my heart
the deftness
as you practice
your killing art

This white box
is the most
powerful thing
I reel now
in it's sway

I think
I talk
to you

I think
[panic]
[panic]

You  should
'nt stare
here

Gone ing
peek ing
ingout

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