It's 10 pm and I'm
at a certain level
of various things
   If  skin could talk
what am I saying
   it can
aloud

I count minutes as if
that arrived at now
while keeping me
away

and this second
looking at me
i think it has
no memory
while it
reminds me
of what
I said
I'd do

If you

If you
would

If you

If you
would
take me

If you
would
take me
under
with you

under
something

with you
I would

I would
everything

I am offended
so offended
unable to
believe
how
offended
I really am
offended
offended
by this world
and you in it

due to my internal magnification
process
you terrify me
your level of actual terrifying-ness
notwithstanding
i withdraw
on sight of you
and am already
searching
for a way out
before you
look at me
and say
hello

neither my brain
or your brain
get this right

you think
what's wrong
maybe
is it me

i think
i cannot think
nor count on speech
near term

body bails
brain out
back peddling
to safety

Another deadening
has succeeded
almost one more

a superposition
of angst and the
inability to feel it

dead reckoning
of the assertion
going south

and then tomorrow
I will finish this
without opinion

radar detectors
flashing away
at such speed

I abjure a nihilistic
aren't they pretty
but can't resist

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