candid a bit
heavy handed a bit
commanded a bit
to land it a bit

tarantula' d it a bit
let's stop there

One poet
just wants
to know
the reader

One poet
just wants
to write
the poem

One poet
is a
sheer  ha
lu cin eh

Is your numbness
your choice
Or
was it imposed

These sour lips
feeling faintly
for another would

in exhaustion

part

slackening into jaw
sacking into chair
leant over
scowling wet

I've under something
scurrilous-ish
and ******* it up
real flaky

You wrote me in
to your conversation
I wrote you in
to my conversation
Here is what you
had to say

I didn't say that

I've written
you differently
this time

More convenient
No longer irascible

Now what you say
Hearable

This audience blinks and thinks
about hear-a-ability
and vanishes

I don't know who you are
or how to please you
aiming imaginings
at opinion machines
and hoping a good one
comes crashing back
yours, carefully held
odds are, won't
this undeserving
won't
get acknowledged
right
it all ended there
crescendo'd
and then
awkwardly,
cresendo'd again

I can hear the echoes of everything
in anything
with my heart full to brimming
always with tears

I make a lump of that sticky roll-of-day
snagged inside
by sounds coming from outside
I don't under

And I keep swallowing it swallowing down
coughing it up
making sounds no one should make
I am under

Impressions so many impressions under
silhouettes loud
with opinions just like yours
we are under

Stood for a moment in a maelstrom of all
rushing along
light racing for darker-ness
all asunder

Viewed through a shallow liquid
Your beauty is blurred
Or is something else
Blurred into Beauty

Is the shallow liquid
Tears or tea or tequila
And the viewer
Hidden in a nest

Of deeper imaginings
That is to say shallow
you smile and elbow on
As if this aligned with

Feeling that feeling that way
Sorry
Feeling this way
Pinballing your way here

Riccocheting off raw nows
to some any other numb now
where opinions leap filling
spaces with instant foam

At the mouth of who r u
again really still why
Aren't you quite weary
The soldiering on

I don't wish to be in
Your regiment or mine
This discovery Sublime
Capitals not mine