there is something
long
ing through time
and I am it's tip
or better said
we are

slobbering forward
Charlie browns
kicking hard
watching too much
whilst thinking
and writing

even
playing at
whatever that is
which falls
forward
fastest

and i cannot tell
in this raveling out
while rolling
about in a wish
about
your smile
if you are
even

I could work
as a carny
I'm thinking
about being
away from me
and in another
skin

as this one
this one
is so
thin

what              
am i
in

What hot thing
derailing
blood pressure

I realize
that i've been
harvested

and somehow
repackaged
for easier

opening
and access
to innards

when my hand
cramps up tight
from typing

what do i bring into the world
with this life

being a wave breaking
into time
like it
has the candy

tomorrows taste
of *** and feasts
accomplishments
and rewards
and hoards
of what i fear
and desire

can't be resisted
and you can't even
drag your feet
to slow
this midnight's
mad rush down

time fronts
like weather fronts
collide
before, now and later
smashing out
an interface on which
i vibrate
and take tea

blackberry citrus
if you must know
an orchestration
takes in
a vibration
and changes
it's tune

playing out  
an evening
as if i had
a bow
and could
sway a world

being a wave
breaking
full of unknowing
wanting time
to make a sound
for me
say
ah, you brought it

i never know
what i mean
know what
i mean
you see
i'm not meant
to know
what i mean

some lobe aware
of my awareness
shapes my now
by feeding it
breadcrumbs
manufactured
and lined up
for my perception
as it were

and i think
i'm writing
this line
whilst if I had
been all of me
i'd know
i'm a reporter

erstwhile of course
when i say
let's go this way
we are already
enacting
and i am unsure
of my weight

and what part of me
silently
pulling strings
knowing themselves
I wants

I have wide ranging
stupidities
and unsupervised
fantastic ideas
dancing with
confusing urges

just another sign
thee entrained vibe
originated
from a string pulled
and a call made
so other is unmade

your interaction here
your entanglement
if you are dancing
somewhere with vowels
spelled out aye aye
is preluded after all

May I sell you your death
in a modern well engineered
and beautifully packaged
with extraordinary attention
product

That takes advantage of some
physiological need wired in
your puny mind can't resist
like sugar like salt like derriere

and then i will call myself
a successful man, a hero
and build monuments of ***
to myself just so  you know
pride

I hold ink in a strainer
wearing a rice paper robe
in time nothing is written
while stars steamroll pasts

I've condensed my thinking
into prized rocks of empty
you can fill them perhaps
with pity or awe or aww

Just as long as you fill them
even with some scarce thought
about good good morning
or a knowing **** smile

know one saw every thing
apart in a confusing manner
right when you said I know
about all of this mayhem too

I give advice
I don't take
advice
I am laughing
My advice is
a little to the
left
would work better
right
I know I know
I should read more
say less
pray

i say  more
read less
curse

except there
are moments
where things
occur

that i am for
and I
rise and
resolve

like
a movable
flood barrier
rises

otherwise
i like it
am of
less than
noticeable
lines

there are sentences
hunting me
unsatisfied

with their final form
saying
i quit on them

stanzas marching
around
hoping to stumble

upon meaning
glorious
meaning

unaware
of their bare cell
in a table

who imagines
me scrivening
desperately

for no one
will ever
page thru

these rows
hopeless
and knowing

sown on
imaginary
white ground

unsettled salt
embodying
being not

I escape
making

by looking
backwards

and closing
my eyes

really really
tightly

yet today's
haircut

made me
younger

somehow
transfusing

time and
attractiveness

don't i
imagine myself

in all eyes
well lit

If i knew
who i was talking to
i would know what to say

you are talking
to yourself
oh

I would make sense
I assure you
I would even make
lunch
For us
If you would eat
something
I prepared

If you would
cleave open
and accept

a small
universe
of confusion

i carry with me
regarding you

as just the normal
whirligig betwixt

supreme beings
and their usual chairs

this thought has seated
itself and proclaimed

things we must find
funny

we are all
the giant wave
in our own
universe

so what

there are
a lot
of universes
and galaxies
galore

and you
basking
in your own
reverberation
feeling every bit
of that power
peaking in you
are equally
matched
easily

that's how this works
wave and shore
grit and adore
this crashing war
what sticks and
what fits
can i has
some more

on this border
sweet unraveling
of everything
and more
than i am yet
threading myself
into chaos
seams of me
maignt out

and tailings
everything
is tailings

write against time
don't you have
some place to be
no, i am a place
to be

carving on now
my face a chisel
my arms
whirligigs amok
seeking purchase

i can't even
reconcile this
bit of bits
with my hopes
to electrify

there's a chemistry
under my fantasy
under my biology
on top of my physics

that makes me
fizzy
sometimes
slapped against
spacetime
like a sausage
against slime

who sold me
this subscription
to tomorrow
i am so
addicted
and afraid
of turning time
into drivel
like this

******>Ned
Ag
Ain

No
need
Fo
Pan

I'm just going
to make
more of these

at you
until
i get

in
side
you

and
live
on

there
past
here

what
am
i

you are just
a place to type
things

things that
make me squirm
and shudder

and rock
back and forth
in my chair

on the way
out of me
typed

into you
my neck
twists

i often don't know
what this is about
talking with
a blindness
feeling its way
along
always embarrassed
that you may see me
feeling my way along
laughing as i miss
everything
every **** thing
clumsily by
being so **** dumb
to  its nearness
yet
its dearness
robs
all i have

This garment time
made of illegible
old paperwork
and garden slop
and almost always
ill fitting

encumbers
everything with
smears of meant
and wasn't meant
and peppermint
and I never meant

everything did i
and I never meant
every time did i
ever mean what i
sank down
in the mud of now
on my knees to say

but today with you
being gone and all
on the way there
to not here or this
again but not again
or ever again i guess

outfitted in today's
threads ticking quietly away
like some bomb vest
hand stitched of veins
and thin bright tracts
of beliefs writhing
in dreams of ruling

I have chosen
my perspective
oh ****
it *****

not overly concerned
with beauty
i think and realize
it's topological
these lines
describing
curves and ridges
as if my heart
on skis
determines arcs
and the snow clad land
undulates to fit

somehow downhill
i am rising

it is these physics
of compression
and expansion
under your gaze

that unbinds me
why does my heart
have a ripcord

why is it
so easily pulled
even spectators

a drift is prepared
shift now
sinking and reaching

clutching and grasping
thumping now
i try to hold myself still

so here i am small
as if aware
the bulge of my generation
in the human timey sausage
shrinks and is past
it's peak
a sag
in the lag
and inside
a bog
imagining i'm
exploding
with life
with every
line sublime
scratching out
this is fine

Transaction:
You are how?
I am good
You  thanked
Feeling Feeling
Grateful
Full
of gratitude
Full
of it must be
and it never

is it ever
ever

nah it is always
past
as this point

out of
     frame
     grasp
     here
     time

finishes arrive
arguing
amongst themselves
no one wants
to start

even the moment
has an opinion
opining in a rushed
whisper
that we should
and we should
now

wants  filled
almost anything
will do
and you

this far in the spin
enough to desire
dizzification

my Monday-ne
smeared
into glittering
what's that

You know you are in trouble when
your advice to your girlfriend is
stop smacking people around
in front of witnesses
you *******
right?

Until now
experts
had no evidence
of your existence
however
be assured
you have since
interacted
with these
entangled photons
and you are now
not unknown
but remain
mysterious
you're welcome

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

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

generations lost
in space
turned inward

i am
certainly
one of these

overcoming
imaginated
knowing

they will
die for
repeatedly

i don't
want any more
imaginings

glorious
imaginings
now ai's land

i'll take
the feel
of this day

over
thought up
thoughtless empires

maybe we've
come around
to nothing left

of dead people's
imagination's way
of guessing us

something wants
a poem
something al-
ways wants
a poem i
am a
bad muse's horse
ridden
like the sick
pale nag
on which i
rag on

There is skin talking to me
about the rub
and your fingertips know
all about
this
if you thumb through them
now
they will tell you
if you know just how
to ask
they'll swirlingly admit
of desires to press
yanked
by some tangle
of fine

Maybe
i wanna write a poem
that i'int
jus uhnother moan
all 'bout
bein alo-ne
an ahbe
bulowin' 'atat

if i am just a song
singing
about what went
wrong-ing
I should change
my tune
ing
poetry
goon
ing

so i see the sun
everywhere
just coming thru
enamel and
whatever you
get near

in the grip of fun
under your sun
oh i am undone
breathing
and unsheathing

and then i feel the sun
or i am the sum
finding a way
to have
a feeling

what is light
concealing
i have
to be there
under something
peeking

the conversations
between us are legion
..::..::..::..:':....::'''''::..
i wave you wave
yam a wham
a wave on the lamb
from a shore thing
i am woah what i am
bhudda yam
flavored jram

see this is code
for as thoughts
erode into
the next diode

something else
desperately
entangled in
everything
gathers

and you may
not be willing
to flutter sideways
that impossible
way to all

always wishing
to sync with
everything
breaks every
time
into these
bits

left in our hands
looking to others
is insanity
and the only
sane thing
the mane thing
disturb forward
eddys

in the mirror
the maker
moves
making
dearer come
nearer
unto me
searer
to me
now
the sizzling
i am deaf to
as i burn up
on reentry

incoming and
rocking flame

seconds burning
against skin

skint by
tomorrow

arriving early
in my mind

time is unkind
this way

i have borrowed
from you

a closing down
an
elimination

holdings
what are holdings
what am i holding
ah my holdings
these these
are my
holdings
and i
waver
in t ime
holding
nothing
closely