Feeling about
with my
waves
am derailed
picture that
railing
in the rain
the coldness
gripping back
a possible
hostage situation
whose thoughts
are having a time
i don't mind
anymore
if they are not mine
mine mine mine
mine is a funny thing
to become unminded
again is what
nonminded doesn't work
oh got i serious
fingers seem to take
this opportunity  
they mean well
to defend
some self
waving in
some  now
not me

Poetry crank here
crank here
crank
here
crk
hr

Here a crank
there a crank
everywhere
a crank crank

Crank?

Lank?

Slubuhlank
tank
I'd be shrank
a lank

Sank
back into
the tank
I just want
to thank

you
for your
forbearance

though it sticks
awkwardly
out of your face

aye, the stabs
when you find
the envelope
unsealed
the one with
your secrets

oh, i must stay
secret, you think

the meaning
of your shame
pries

all the feet
are wrong

all the shoes
are lies

no one walks
these writhing
ways

with you
do they
the smell

alone
you on the wind
brimming

grips of bullied
thoughts
weak

the dire wind
breathes
shrieks

shrink with me
quietly
now

crumpling
would've cascades
with could've
curling under
and crazing
then crusting
into dust
then nothing
and then less
and now ceases
having already risen
already revealed as
already splashing
sparks so high
i shout
surprising myself
somewhere
for now
am still

i've got it
silence
is the enemy

unless
you talk
too much

why i can't write a poem
muse's day off
barnacles
sandwiches
little bits of things
that have no ring
a ling a ling d ding
today

I have tricks
or I am a trick
or I've been
tricked

into thinking

by evildoers

though I am
slowing down

to where my
imagination
and my
physicality
eat together
sit touching
stay within
arm's reach

for a minute
or two each day

the rest
a slamfest
a wave crest
nothing's best