Trying not to be
again
where I am
again

Things to not being here
shims between
me and


Even this is too close
this reach
too far too flawed
again

this thin distracted
thing howling
like ants and grass
again

shims again

I've been found alive
under suspicious
circumstances

no one has
claimed responsibility
or can explain

this very odd
and poorly understood
phenomenon

authorities
don't seem to be
investigating

I haven't been
contacted by any
news media

Not even my dog
has any curiosity
about this

Sudden and
exhilarating
typing sound

it appears
we grow weary
of being rich

even more
being sacked
at our best

an' hacked
and mod'd
to be greened

forever
beings run
right out

of being
here with
a smell

This forward thing
These steps
taken
to

nows
bleeding
forward an edge
thens crowd behind

i am limbed out here
crossing this sun
an' that moon
in this that
then

open
star craft
sailing from
who knows when
to not even there yet

again not again more
and even never
leaving out
anything
ever

more
happens
and is in store
to be bought by hours
absconding with everything

that's when you think a day
has marched through
my clean kitchen
and you clean
and pour

yourself
out on the bed
like time's wash water
congealed into a memory
of muscle and meat and love

i rented these words
you may
have to read them quickly
before they are
returned

That void awaits
a warm welcome
for each syllable
back from service
into some warmth
as reward

for years
in our mouths
wet and angry
or loving
or scratched out
on pages or
hammered

into some mind
****** meanings
screampt again
and uselessly again
at the night
at the light
at the moon

let the poor
******* go
i wouldn't
pass through
here as they've
chosen
through spit
and ****

yet here
they are
gifts and pleasures
sweetness and light
tongue tripping
delights arrayed
for our pleasure

let me dance
this way and that
reach up
thumb the tip of my hat
to you

You know I have lasers
for eyes
and I can see inside

Am I getting to the point
of sickness
what is this ride

it brings it all back
this wavelength
this deride

this is the end
of a thread
and you
are the eye
of a needle

this here is
the temperature
at which i melt
into rivulets
of snow