I have a clear place
I drove past it recently
at high speed
and I saw
myself there
driving by
I was going
really really fast
and writing
lines of poetry
at the same time

was it something
i lived
too quietly
or too loudly
that led
to this
particular streak

time marred
I am rough
to the day
sawn into
shards as if
it was mine
to do with

i've scattered
boards about
planck's
for walking again
randomly though
as thought knew
I would listen
and overthink

skull contents
lumpy
wrinkly
wet
guessing machine
imagining machine
constructing
and de-
constructing
nevermind

this wet reading
thinking itself
aloof, a critic even

ideas sloshing
around in
my made up
place
all drunk
on being

thought further
stars i move
so you can spill
out just the way
you shout

this *****
inspiration
this look it up
fenestration
with a flashlight
and a crowbar

after openings
invariably
come closings

this stops me
except for
more openings

aren't we
distracted
by now

and the needle
has been
slipped in

and that's ok
in numbness say
I found a way

we are in the cell
amorphous perhaps
a darkened patch
near others
touching some

do we swim
no, we aggregate
and flagellate
everything
close by

near enough
is all
touching
as long as I am
touching you

is all
that matters
and then
i am not
and am lost

It pulls on me
and I pinch
to it
and clench back
my middle
draws thin
I snap in two

wildly freaking
out
I give up
try to get near
remerge
myotherpartself

it's no use
tho
that part's
gone
and I
am half
again

I saw the picture of you
smoke curling
right off the edge
a microphone
a tone
gritty sound
caught in
black and white
playing like film
thickening time
you talking
or maybe singing
easy as if
it wasn't
electrifying
and i wasn't
never running