Scopatamus bursting through a crease a confrontation
in that which cannot be folded or unfolded or even
smoothed out with the heel of  your hand to suit
a need which is coincidentally an opening in a band
playing on an instrument a nightmare really to play
filling that feeling full of notes and hoping some land
and yet all are played aren't they even tho u don't
love them like you know you as if you know you and
something under hoping when you know you don't
wondering if you could be quiet here quiet here

days from 50 years ago
scream at me
that they are now
right the **** now
I tell them they are
and it calms them

what vibes with me
cancels you out

I'm degrading
into adjectives
I remember
being a noun
Then that soun'
and i flailed
to be present
and tense
stead
past imperfect  
past irregular
past so tense
I'm hence
forth dense
of want
jawn

ingest laughing

I had just written about
when I realized
the death coming at you
may be dissuaded
though not by
a tongue's lying
to itself over and

unclearly sworn
yet dashing
from smitten
to smite
a pretense
to light
and i'll take
anything not as dim
as 'e tonight

starting sloping
the sound
of my cries
to be more and
what do you
think does
the blood spilling
sound

eclectic I was going
for eclectic though
the sound of spilling
blood splishy splashy
warm and gushy
maybe mushy
4u

sorry too much 2 far
no one likes 2b fished 4
with brazen hooks
and need I know
i know hooked flesh
waiting in darkness
to be released

thinking lines like
these want to be
"just like the wind
said she would"
cut loose
and running
out of the light
I'd say burns
sounds cool

I have fried chicken coming
and then these things
and then these things
say it with me
these things
hap
hap
n
reductionist has
too many letters
sublime has that
onerous bluh
i know you agree
disagreeable know
a catechism undone
and saints abandon
are won against nods
of I project knowing
sowing not **-ing
syllables of see-me
give me a break