I am
one dragon away
from catching fire

I've been never
and once upon
a time
And I never
knew the angle
bending
To suit the shape
of always
running

I hit him
in the head
in the  broken
spaces
of knowing
I know
I did

The strings of
"That's bad"
Play in my head
Play in my head
A webbing, a netting
a wobbling warbling
wrought stringery
would be ringery of
shoulds and oughts
soughts and naughts
expensively bought
making ******
thoughts

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