I have a theory of angulation
which, when I learned this,
I had to look up

I want you cornered
because you're a round
thing and I like you edgy

whatever you are to me
dodgy and tenuous
slipping right past here

to some delicious awaiting thing
ready to leap upon
your delicate sensibilities

I cliche i cliche away the day
thinking I am thinking
not repeating some sine

a curve settles in to play
as if it was just another say
not bent not bending not

things are always ending
yes I know the corollary
shockingly more scary

what rhymes with nothing
on the next line
some something said

Why would you help me
when I am trying to beat you

I am confused you don't
compete to eliminate me

I don't understand
what is wrong with you

You need fixed
so you don't lay down

when I arrive to fight
your horrible self

I don't understand
why that is a surprise

I'm wondering if it's gratitude
the universe dies for
I thought it was life
at all costs and any rent

and then what then
a shiny expensive hen
what is the ringing sound
I have been brought to ground

out I am ground out of here
so now I am where the lyrics are
wishing I was where the girls are
and imbibing along quite in sync

and time decides to say thanks
there is a fluttering and I am keen
to know where it has been since
and whether or not I've been seen

Rubbery words
aren't getting it done
these stretching's
breaking sense
pulling rents
over holes in hours
of this-again again
and that ****-that again

not even words
detailing
not even feelings
not even ever now
the exact when
of not again
not now

sloughs of meaning
leavings of lies
marched on or off
the stage to cries
of hold on what does
no it doesn't again
over and over again

carcasses of clever
thinking thunk over
by paws scraping
lines in wood floors
of nevermore
artfully again

I am a partially solid
container of living conditions
just right for circuses
and menageries
in orchestra
things playing things
that end up playing me
to you if that is you
how small a some
of you depends
can you hear your
*** laughing

What if I don't perceive
this connection
thinking of you
as audience
to a page
of words
shapely
or not
maybe
impressively
so you read them
seek rhythms in them
even and then opine inwardly
as to their conformity to the edge
turnt the way edges turn for you
subtly or all at once
the going off
of things
poetic

I wish I was only
a reflection of you
but that
cannot be true
as I am
a confection of you
sweet i found
my way out
without insulting
you although a
confusion of you
without a particle-y
contusion of you
remains as a simple
infusation of you
slowed at cessation
the old soft shoe