As you know
I am a bad person
and as such
I am obliged
to do
some bad things

so here goes

hmmm
am having
some difficulty
here

my willingness
to be bad
seems to be
offset by
my need
to be nice

perhaps
I could spank you
lightly
but that is confused
as you seem
to enjoy
the idea so much
I am put off

this bad person
business
is confusing
how does one
really know

a life of
inflammation
with bouts of
consternation
and today's
conflagration
the final
indignation
my yawning
imagination
write sleep now
gesticulation
and vanish
distribilation

has meaning gone?
oh good

these songs we scrawl into time
are not the thing
the depth
of your ink's
diffusion
in space-time's
other sticky layer

smeared dimensions
borne in indecision
ready for anything
eager to be
your thing
stepping in rhythm
would be
mesmerizers
all poised

have we let them in
or out
are these pets
of childless nexus
glad to have us
see them bark
fiercely and
say them into
the flimsy
best

spillage on maybe
is-ing things left
sometimes right
all unhurried
as it has you
as the air has you
and is always
taking
you away

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