I thought
I was so
good
but
this
is all
I have
to offer
I'm thinking

I and my wine
have been working
on some lines

you might know
the feeling
short the reeling

minding unwinding
raveling a threadbare
throw lay down and go

on this beach
an ocean
crash

The make believe
enshrouds us
and we like it
like being it
this taste
knowing

nothing
saves us
for tomorrow
still imagined
landing gear opens
or; they could be wings

Why is time
producing
and refining
me
What part
of this
this bigger
not visible to me
thing
i'm part of
is the fruit
and what
is the husk
and what
is the detritus
of time's work
if not this

Is this a place to squeal
oh oh oh

Is this a place to feel
oo oo oo

Is the a place to reel
yo yo yo

Is this a place to deal
ah ah ah

Is this a place to admit
I'm broken off
and in a pit

Isn't it

Oh I love
watching
those lights
flash

things are
happening
I can see
the blinking

an intense
change
of pace
now breathless

writing the
worked it out
even betters
that we know

will make
everything
so much
again

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