This bubble
of us cats
moving
some universe
's old thoughts
construing things
a certain way
as if to say
that will cost
you two cats
not as if

Let man's dark things go
already
these turgid ways
made on some *****
of some hill
so salty and red
this ascendance
my ascendance
now leaving dents
in the firmament
of tops no bottoms
no sides no guard
rails
so push me off
or I will you
again and again
if hills could laugh
at dead clowns
it would be
the only sound

Sorry bout all this poetry
such a rough approximation
ungainly and all
I have a dangerous
postulation
that I am here
only here
to entertain you
this is dangerous to me
as i am not very
and reluctant
to improve

this phloem a conveyance
of pressure osmotic
unlike a circus
of organized officiousness
and certainty must have
assuredly a from
and a to even an off

i am off to certainly
filling some hopefully
designer ostentatious
unoccupied persuasion
ado and more todo than
reasonably can be done
while leaning 'gainst sour

time an its  awkward momen...
flower of time blooming
always while you lie
about everything that
isn't brushing against
her skin where i smell
her breath and collapsing
everlything into frail now
on knees that cannot hold

I have never seen
have never
seen
any thing
ever
I know

this pretense
inside an
act
going for
in fact
an outside
sound

this is
the actual
crack
that's new
anything new
is good
he says

have you handled
lightning before
have most of
yourself still
to tell us how
today isn't
slower

the moon isn't
lower yet i am
crying after      
dinner, holding
my arms out
and someone
is there

I did not
expect or know
to think to hold
and briefly
I am held
leave holding
back none

the crunchiness of energy
wrinkled, stiff stored up
in nooks and crannies
of nooks and crannies

the bands these bands
and lines of force and
opinions of bored matter
about just where you

might be right now
are all wavering red
as this past second
panics and runs off

carrying one end only
of my thoughts strung
through bending time
stuttering about acting

they all in jail
they all somewhere
filling my need
such satisfaction
at a demise
today, i read, village
stones gang member

you take the gun
and pretend
you're a gang member
I'll be a villager
you've preyed upon
and I'll hit you
with stones