I'm certain you are fine
I only enquire because
your countenance flatly

speaks of dreams and hills
and skin in warm rays
of Autumn's afternoon

stirred slowly over heat
this wooden handle pressing
back against your hand

a lever held close against
tomorrow always seeking
a way in to these hills

bringing its ills
and i am younger
again today i think

then when I asked
perhaps impolitely
why your nexus

of dallying lines
drunken ripples
and lumpy oscillations

is calling for weather
hoping for lightning
even dull frightening

as days are stifling
and nights trifling
and lives baffling

you could have said
seeking solace and
certainty fell here

why don't you
have another hit of anger
and go off righteously
and go all righteous for me
this is what i love to see
easier to know where not to be

I have automated
my imagination
i just press a button
and new ideas

dance, fairly prance,
in my mind's eye
does my mind lie?
lie de lie lie de lie

This curly mess
of almost
lie lie lie
lie de lie

You see I have stolen
waves
i seem to covet them
with fins

i just shut my phone off
it's laying there off

am i unreachable
did i vanish

what are the risks
of this rashness

am i still
casting

is this a sea
am i a f ish

its open
to interpretation

and ours are
nonsense

at least that
is a certainty

and it's
still
off

I've been in this fantasy with the rest of you
but i'm done with it
we've made raisins of our selves
with imaginary son light

we have now connected to the point
of coordination
the cinematic moment arrives now
shrug, off each others

caveman explanation of blood
without mercy
we've no time anymore for your
designs of ecstasy

to hold each other means
******* out
the crap we made up
to feel better

when we were terrified
last night
when we woke up
this morning

Something else
in some short wave
carrying now
finally

i am i think
a blob in a blob
full of blobs
that are full of blobs
infinitely blob
in a blob

what are we up to here
your syllables and mine
ignoring one another
as if they came from
different times

are there different times
are there different minds
or one smeared by stars
into nooks and crannies
like my skull
are you my sign

regroup on the made up
certainties we've been
pig headedly handed
by our other hand
and still
i like your smile