He did a gnarly no
and a gnarly yes
and yet there were things
he could not profess

S he could S he couldn't
S he sees and
S he has no redress

As a you as a shoe
all these things are
seemingly up to you
coming down on you

I was counting on you
coming through  thru
grading papers & chins
all is if they all was
capers and fins

It takes a
significant number
of individuals
to create this illusion
of me
one of us
adjusts our glasses

I wouldn't say
that broke me
just
another me
left behind
un
voluntarily

i'm so tired
of the lightning
in your words
the ensuing
tightening
of my heart
the deftness
as you practice
your killing art

This white box
is the most
powerful thing
I reel now
in it's sway

I think
I talk
to you

I think
[panic]
[panic]

You  should
'nt stare
here

Gone ing
peek ing
ingout

This evening
she walked in
and out
left in a pout
I did say something
very evil

I am certain
I did

I have some
confusion
as to what
as is usual

My capacity
for inadvertent
evil
is only exceeded
by my capacity
for inadvertent
okay

So I make it all
okay
seemingly
well you know
but don't laugh
at my necessaries

I think of
unhealthy
things to do
to cause
poetry

I feel
I should also say
I think of things
of beauty
to cause
poetry

I am
unclear
as to which
stitches what
up your
intake

these ramifications
are farcical
I abjure effable
subterfuge
when that kiss
the one you
live on
pulls on
its gloves
and glares

things better dispensed with
fill my brain
you know they're about you
when you've just left and run
run run run and run desperately
not finding
not there
not
here again
her ag

a symphony of clang

no ing

harm home now
my tenets uneasy

Please don't be real people
with itches
and angsts

or that fucin thing
lus
ting

'*** then singing
makes
sense

and poesy-ets
should
be

They won't let you stay
will they

They say
You are free now

To roam about
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I observe future snowy slopes
from these slithering wisps
of seventeen degrees
sliding against
my foolishly bare knees

I observe my turning hands
warming themselves in nests
of fingers and cupped palms
rubbing around
each other's need calms

Water thinks I'm late
to its swallowing
so I rush leaving

wetness fending
off the masquerade
of my dryness

finger licking
yes I'm thinking
you're shrieking

O I had a feeling
about you
crinkles it's nose

This fashion
of telling
instead of
waving my hands
and yelling

and it comes
to me
that this is so
all about you
the limit of what
you can rue

and what was lost
that is all and nothing
at all and once you know
falling in arms out
will you land this
time laughing

When I see
certain parts
I go stark
raving mad
completely
resolutely
out of whack
So don't
show me
those
parts

stand out today
in a 3 verse
2022 prosaic
find your heart
in a moving poem
on its way hoem
really ikr bloem
and comb it back
soem I'm sought
cuz I'm nought
and wish I was
nougat

I can write
more poems
than you
can read
so there
I believe
that means
I win
hah

I keep curving
against the side
that is turning
maybe I'm spinning
like a turtle
upside down girl
"you spin me round"
or some such words
catching up with blood
going somewhere
with purpose
unknown to vehicle
swurving

the bindery
of findery
or is it
grindery
we mindery
here
the tray that
taught me something
or the shelf that proved
my eyes are blind
or the hdmi that
morphed
as i watched
into usb
showing
the hallucination
I am now
within
thin always
wraps
your heart
beat anyway

I went to write
or rant
or rescue
or change
electrons
somewhere

The grip is in
the way a fin
grips the flow
of water
these lucid
flows bend me

to bend me
time flexing
on space cadet
exalting tock
crowing at
intervals

Do you see
their hands
feel their
breath
sense their
heat

These seconds
to firsts
these instants
long in the tooth
hands out
catching

Threads offer
movement and
sewing in of
well everything
into this fraying
well everything

Murky almost
poetry
spurks from
my mind
I am inclined
to not mind
as I accrete
skid marks
in sticky time

I want my lollipop
don't you
This line sponsored by
the feel of my sleeve
the style of my attitude
I am conquering things
here
and I want you to cheer
me on

Soberly waiting
as if puzzle pieces
are being shaken
and they fall
into place

They will fall
into place
though few
might agree

The shortening of things
a constriction
of couldn't
say

while I wrestle away
from any target
the broad side of the barn
I love missing
is here

cabbage rolls off the tongue
like a dump truck
drusil animus
said together is a sound
wanting
to have its very own meaning
this early morning
negatory always feels
uncertain about itself
like it wants to be less
like pots and pans
howsitgoing comes along
wearing tennis shoes
but has no ***** at all

a regnification
has taken place
that I missed
you've been seen
as unexpected
lees and more
comification is
yours elicitation
collared stiffens
allegings argue
that you exist

I've taken
a one point
lead
What
will you do
now

This is imaginary
is always true
everything else
turns out

And in this obtained
echo I ring
this is a missile
aimless and
allgood all
good
and this I fount
passing some way
here now
I've a background
to be against

I am restrained
from saying
what you really mean
by what I can't admit

this smooth part lies
accepting its ambiguity
under certain meaty fingers
searching I am searching

torque as a reason
for a stanza
a shortening of a cap
stop digging they say

I don't know how to write
this sound
this intertwining

chords pulled
from strings
over the play by play

as I key a scent
wafting on a wave
saying I'm a knave

I don't know
this sound
I always love

anyone plucks
with their voice
sounding

plucked like
the g string
happy

I'm inadequate
for your purposes
Maybe even
for the overwhelming
majority of purposes
I am a hazarded key
for a suspected lock
securing maybe

Get my attention
wave a frond
feathery edges
undulating
I'm yours

Want you to know
I've saved you from
several poor efforts
now languishing
in drafts
this one
just got away

We like the flavor
of a clear signal
a known knock
at our door
in the night
these nevers
howevers
levers
we look away
pulling hard
Can you tell me
what is happening
here
which is
where
i don't know
you are
or what's
on your sleeve
again
away
discoloration

I wonder why
these words
seem
to fall into place
I wonder why
didn't
know
always ran the place

What are you getting
from your human life
What are you getting
for your human life
here
Is your human life
yours
Consider certainty
especially carnivorous
this isn't enough for you
I'll put my hand into my heart
come back with water
and I don't know
what I am the thirst of
drinking hard
your scent

Lean away
                from hold still

Branch out
                from stay here

Dash away
                from so what

Advise you
                don't listen

Especially
                 common

Hands press keys
                 useless

Lee
                  rest easily

The crispness
of your thigh

as you stand
just waiting

foot up
on one step

that shape
subtly more

than any
other grip

I have this teakettle
of angry
it whistles
when it gets high

I yearn 50 dollars a day
I burn a little less
There is upturn
and there is down
turning around again
fate being a clown
reckensee around
and I don't get sound

I ate the crumbley matter
I ain't
adjacent to
in shame

all those
nearby
tilts
covering

unkempt hair
glasses
timepieces
gone awry

til now
beaching
inland edge
up sharp

i've cut
into
tomorrow
sweet like

And what if I
always
remember
I am a

magnificent
being
forgetting
each moment

We are at
the dissemination point
when all things are knowable
by everyone
and no one knows
what to do now
without edge
on which
to orient

Well, non-readers
would be more
less-poetic
While wrapping
my gift
around their heads
looking, of course,
the other way
taken
to be sold off
as lichens

we've errored
in jungles
best forgotten
that distance
do not quiet
these found songs
still talking
while you
keep squawking
and I don't know
what is aloud

I will sleep
and wake up
on Christmas day

this space for rent

I would write more
but you scare me
I'm not as
[something]
as you
I just don't
know for sure
what
Not as rhythmic
mebbe
I don't even
Not as run up
on something
as you
Not as in
denial
Not as
Knotted
Just not
absent here
as you
leaning back

I worry about you
between art
and ****** armistice
where beauty
leaves us

Where beauty leaves
me
again I haven't
measured up
so stop

Arriving on top
of me
a fearful thought
named
you

Coarse leather
dark patina
no shape
I almost saw
your soul

And this author
who does he think
smug now

it's not him
still hidden
tabled here

just letters
spilt wavy like
to see