I'm just here
in my life
imagining strife

and the printer
prints out
these letters

and the ai
shouts out
its cure

the sound
of words
no sinecure

I just want
to be a story
perhaps a flat

when I realize
its about balloons
i inhabit

Maybe the time
of little kings
comes to an end

the last fiefdoms
backs against
some unseen wall

trying not to fall
and so willing
to ****** us all

shrieking names
at time past
even listening

The incisive wit
chopped down

lain out sad
upon the ground

you know
that earth

that wet but not
sticky but easily

brushed off
you feel *****

and natural
in no hurry

to clean up
and looking where

to take this
incisive energy

I may be
renting
a life

Slamming doors
as if
I care

and humans
do look
at me

wondering
about
danger

and i grip
nothing
and hope

not today
not this
slow way

Are you creeping up
on unclenching now
I want to ask
the world

and then it
clenches hard
hand shreds hand
all of us see it shocked

is this the curve of life
or do we cycle forth
diminishing dumb
too slowly to save

those peaceniks
tripindicular
to actual
blood
fell
hard
for our stretch
to this some poetic landscape
too much an island

Has so many solutions
that start with a kiss
Asstrophysics
not withstanding

Now This California
this is the real one
you can smell nouns
volunteering

Sea of vibe
take me in
spinning thrash
me around

are you
from out
of town?
of course

flinging slow
ideas about
sunshine  
in the dark