******>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

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

Sorry I'm in Rawry
It's closer
To Domino sir
than any neny
save
Martin Henny
Or his Jenny
And they spent
A pretty penny
For a hoser
Up the noser

I'm stalling
always stalling
won't even
can't nope
ain't doing it
not even
knowin' y

clearly poems
of dubious
dubiquity
see me
as an easy
means of escape

delete me
please
delete me
like a little
bit
delete me
complete me
i was on
set me off
oh i've gone
already sawn
off the stack
in the heap
being brave
the legs on
this verb
ad
don't they

steerage
set to runaway

by way of
can't be here

and oh
gotta go

and then
after clampdown

muted and
dimmed away

it passes
for now

somehow
news penetrates

there is air
here still

i realize
start using

I thought
I had a thought
It had me wrought
But it was ought
and I was caught
in what I sought
thinking brought
empty fraught
stupidly fought
brain's naught

There are cornflakes
smarter than me
about poetry
so crunchy
see

so let me be clear
about vagueness

remainders
of division
ill fitting
and left
out
digits
countless

exasperated
likenesses of
of the neatly
included sets
fretting
aside
downcast

scrambling back
to the pool
pick me pick me
say the tines
and the hum
ensues