It's hard to perceive
inside your slippery smooth
ness what you're seeing-ness
yeah I know tho
none of anyone's business
ness  'cept is mine yeah
mine as I divined you  
I think up an' design u
really hope my words
turn u and then wonder
while your mind refines
me and finally consigns me
and just whose mind less
ness confines me is best
left to the reader no one
has imagined ness

I wonder about you
why you're here
"was it death
is it the beer"
or worse the death
of beer
these not ringing true
say nothing small
about you
poured out bits
poked about
evidence, oh, of what,
are you evidence
and for how long
of what, time lists
us out a letter today

Oh, Okay
and we king
of the hillers
build a busy world
and fight over it
please, ladies
don't say
Oh, Okay

I reconfigured
the pulse emitters
and that did it

How to tell
they love you
how to tell
you're on
the right track
how to tell
there is anyone
there who cares
and if there isn't
how to tell

This leathery bag of us in time
seems misshapen as if events
made lumps
and tears made hollows
so what if it's not an analogy
not an imaginary you
these small perturbations
read in allowed reverberation
while you sound for harmony
or probably confirmation
and a little ride through
a modest interval being
wishful of spasms

inhale some carbon
**** a brick
men with guns
starving
women with knives
carving
and there's some
raving
under a wave
caving
we held tomorrow
up
robbed it
the evidence
will drown