all us bags of ****
blundering about
for a series of years
parts to make parts
parting
partly understood
party on
part
i say
partner

oh but the click
when u click
clickity click
click click
it's a hit
isn't it
as if u
clicked
into place
snik

oh this living thing
is is is is i guess
my daily ism
with something tasty
and **** and comfy
schism shmism
i have a vision
about my ism
and this well this

scouring letters
for edges unseen
stacked unclean

oh but i am clean
except for
half of me
that half

living right
up against
the rest
of
what i think
of
as approximately
me

is something else
a pretense
i think
not even you

smoking while
gazing hard
being drama
in your
thoughts

or how
i imagine
your thoughts
in my phony
thoughts
pony
i ride
all day long
like this

the sentencing
of these words
to these lines
seems unfair
at first and
we look away
and in loss
concretize
some more
mercilessly

I've had
that
sandwich
with everything
and came back
to write about
the taste
of all of it
sequentially
sweet then
salty
then a little
bitter
but
you
like it
and then

i'd make
a joke
you'd laugh
we'd

nothing
lands hard
on everything
sometimes
we'd

shake off
that feeling
some dizzying
height
clench
back
into my
crevice

make up
my mind
about
life's
lack of
safety
no
under
writers
at all

i should
write
to my
paper thin
ancestors
in obeisance
for a hook

tho
i know
there's
nothin
to catch
upon

unlikelyhoods
of grey paper
trimmed to fit
carefully on
grayish don'tknows
all unwritten
excusably
late in the day
when too late you
starts realizing
just any feeling
in my pocket
i would rocket
but gave myself
slips of nothing
taped onto
uncertain wings

are you the darkness
sliding down
or am i
today's
night

fallen in
on us

which of us
busts
open
through
our various
crusts with
our curious
lusts

and which
of us
just must
cave in
to closed eyes
trust

bare the fear
until it
is dust

and we
blent
warm dusk