steerage
set to runaway

by way of
can't be here

and oh
gotta go

and then
after clampdown

muted and
dimmed away

it passes
for now

somehow
news penetrates

there is air
here still

i realize
start using

I thought
I had a thought
It had me wrought
But it was ought
and I was caught
in what I sought
thinking brought
empty fraught
stupidly fought
brain's naught

There are cornflakes
smarter than me
about poetry
so crunchy
see

so let me be clear
about vagueness

remainders
of division
ill fitting
and left
out
digits
countless

exasperated
likenesses of
of the neatly
included sets
fretting
aside
downcast

scrambling back
to the pool
pick me pick me
say the tines
and the hum
ensues

We need so much less
and are so much more

Body needs a brain
to listen more
and less to its own
convince-ments

the lumpy
contrivance
of an
instrument

driving us
all the hell over
the constant guess
of not us

in the constant guess
of what's us
ruck with idea dust
and sticky lust

the crescendo of here
no denouement
your engrams
stumble back
Slapped
with daylight
Take hold
of each other
Give each other
the look
And at once
hit that note
And the day long
I hope
song I am
Plays on