In this envelope
with a smattering
of nothing more
and curious
there is nothing
on the cam
or on radar
or in earshot
this noisome
absent sound
or reason
cacophony
smatters to be
so why do i
need a poem
to prove it
as if elbows
solved all
of life's ills
as intended
my bag your bag
in the bag
i'm killing it
here
one giant
connectionless
construct for you
to smatter on
oh me and me
don't forget me
say somethings
'bout me
whom you know not
and are too lazy
to imagine
very deftly
so I'm elbows
on a keyboard
rhymes on ****
oof i love that
sealed with
imagine it
you getting
to taste it too