The spoils of war
lie before us today

Thinking creates
physical possibility
Awareness finds
ready-to-be way
tho not like me
to take it

What does that mean
I ask someone other
than me inside my head
they respond quickly
inquiring as to my
need to know

I need to know  her number
her skin
her dimples
let's not dance around this
I need to know
her as a human

I don't know what
the world is
or what part of it
rubs so roughly
that I wish not
to open my eyes

I don't know who
you are being
or what part of you
lashes out so fast
that I wish not
to open my mouth

I don't know when
I'll be ready
or what part of me
hammered so thoroughly
will heal first and desire
to open my heart

I spelled this moment out
of something
it didn't like
and it was grateful
if confused as to which
whatever next

And it stood up fast
impetuous wrinkle
time a clenching
scenes bunching up
it a little aghast
whatever next fast
it thought

There is this marble
rolling and stopping

and there were
curves and reverses

on the way
to stopping

and the marble
hoping for more

Hey you rub er write one
out with me
picture me sipping
my tea
enunciating a line
with that look
a glance who's
breath you took
and I deeply inhale
then, slowly,
lay the cup
down

I just let
the words
emerge
that follow
this contextual
curve

til comes a
swerve