and that's the
big swinging

think I think
I have a line

in my sand
now its here

cross it there
to indicate

a willingness
to unbutton

dark trousers &
frothy thoughts

I have rants
they are
the in-thing
So many
perhaps
I should
number
'em
Apply
nicknames
sort them
in order
of likelihood
to save
the universe
flat tepid rants
for sale
it turns out

The hokeyness of time
its environs and its chum
change
Taking up all this space
occupying restlessly
ever
The next door neighbor's
fenced-in green acre
rising
And while you're sorting thru
waves, lines and knots
tangle
Laughing or is that coughing
with here's the thing
again
If I can find you reach you
settle somehow in you
convey
Oh the center of thought
and say all 'bout the laying
of now

I need water and
a rub down
because I have
been thrashing
against you
or my imagined
you you you
every **** thing

The tilt moves
and I am leaning
down again
I spin myself
right roun' or
some such thing
and the lean in
I feel it like
it smashes
not this time
my foreleg 'tracts
and springs

an ahm raw
open ask me
n e thin
caring has
left the bldg
awareness
clings for
freshness

I could catch
covid or I could
catch monkeypox
or  I could catch
a bullet when
times are good