I can win
in my own mind
or out there
oh that's too hard

That's enough
of a lot of things
grapes for one
not sour just ****
digging those skins
out of my cavernous

Oh How I want to be studied
like some past lyrical strut
like some cabalistic nut
a florid but productive ****
parsed up the ****
scenting no farce
sorry its my sparse
sense of poetry
at play

I'm sipping wine
and memories it appears
with each administration
elicitations of other sips arise
and I am a ghost in a winery
with a girl I can't remember
it is the sip connecting time
this inclusion in me of red
and I really can remember

Set my molecules free
wait
wait wait wat

I've recently become
less than a less than a
less than a
grain as a galaxy
one in two
to six
trillion of them
has become less than a
trillionth of all
and I compared
to a galaxy
am small enough
to be free even if
we are voices
of these stars

Nothing to be said
is so loud
after such a thing