I was orchestrating a time
I was plagiarizing
a rhyme
I was fumbling about
as you can no doubt
corruscate me out

I'm thinking of a line
I could walk by you
and feel the cold
well 2
and you're thinking
of lives
or of this tissue
milky and soggy
saturated cords
of thinly visible
breath held aches
and we long
completely
out of dreams
for just love
or company
while

a baseball game
and a war
and a poisoning
and a white wedding
and a cure

and then I noticed you
had nodded off adorably

It is your judgement
of your moments
upon which
you hang
or not

what little garamble
of smirtin accors this
off the page miramble
sossin and ossinn rought
ime an lessin aim aim so

does a woman not know
how she looks
when she smiles
and I don't know
my name

Sluiced with her smile
I fell down in denial