I may fold
this way
usually
as  indicated
by my creases

it doesn't
mean
I will fold
this way
for you

I am replaying this
in my head

I am preplaying this
in my head

I am a play of this
in my head

I am playing at this
in my head

A play about this
in my head

Plays and plays
playing

Me out
player

Am i a nodule
being scratched
and it feels
so good

Oh Good
definitely some
overblown imaginated
******* that

fraught
with nothing
but half heartedness
sandwiching
an old lecture

my god
you've been tiresome
since the smile
was ignited
on some
random face

except
you've been taught
fear

of reprisal
to a thought
near

to your own
equipment
dear

to those
who own
kingdoms

of fear
of reprisal
of you don't belong

and they mean
to subtract
meaning

and we fools
avoiding piles
of it

swoon
for absence
of nothing

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