So, I am having a poem
I thought you should know
it's not your's

It's another muse's
well something
just not

because you've
been off
somewhere

I don't know
where
just

not here
just not here
lately

the deafness necessary
the deafness wished for
if only i couldn't hear you
all being
which is just loud
which is a vibrational disturbance

you are a disturbance
in what would otherwise
be a smooth universe
like butter

crunchy things to hug aren't we
all up in our wave fronts
slapping forward
in our blind nows

every inch of territory won
lost
faster than immediately
nows you win nows you lose

now you standing wave you
smithereening everything
in your universe taking
all in at once again as usual

can't can't just can't be here
and in the first stanza at once
knukin fows
and it's the echo is all

or the smithereens shadow
like a Hiroshima shadow
i was violently not here'd
just nows

ringing like try's oh sure
they're cries isn't everything
just banging around in the wow
fut the wuk sow of a day

I was, again,
trying to do good
flood

My brain is fried cakes
it stares in confusion
as it knew what this meant
a moment ago

and then I wrote it
and it was lost
and having abandoned
the entire effort

fingers confused and
unknowing as to
which keys
should be pressed

have pressed these
as if there is another
in here too *******
i wrote this not you

not again anyway
at this perplexity
of leaving off
and beginning

as if a batter
rose in heat
and solidified
a triple treat

I'm still

I'm running
still

I'm still running

I'm still
running

Still running
Still running
here just here
running

I am here
i would run
i should run
i ran
holding
still as if
it would spill

and it would
it would spill
it would still
everything

How was that sandwich
was it everything
you hoped
How was that <your adjustment>
was it everything
you hoped
How was that <what was that>
was it <complete as pictured>
How was that
was it
are you
everything
of course
you are everything
think about it
everything

between your ears
everything imaginable
flails

must you wail
in this eloquence

read out 'tween sips
an' considered

naught, agreed

did they all just want
a life
they could pause
and relieve themselves
maybe
get some popcorn
an' come back