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

We need so much less
and are so much more

Body needs a brain
to listen more
and less to its own
convince-ments

the lumpy
contrivance
of an
instrument

driving us
all the hell over
the constant guess
of not us

in the constant guess
of what's us
ruck with idea dust
and sticky lust

the crescendo of here
no denouement
your engrams
stumble back
Slapped
with daylight
Take hold
of each other
Give each other
the look
And at once
hit that note
And the day long
I hope
song I am
Plays on

can i give up
in some new way
that is up
and giving
and end up

This arm has insufficient
reach
discerns a small circle of
stone
and nothing from you returns
life

are you the coldness of right
oh
I know sensibility
so
certain of what is here judged
out
read syllables fall stricken
dead

As I   am harvested
on the company farm
while the farmer crows
I am hired on at
the harvestation
to package myself
earn employee
of the month
in the hours
before shipment
I am promised
'tis written
in the disclaimer
to not have to
consume myself
and inhabit
that column

I resign
from yesterday
and
keeping things
at bay
imagining
today

I've generated and stored these waves for you.  They will pierce this thing that has you.  This thing that thinks it is you. This thing that is reading these supposed words.  This thing falling, always falling down time and thinking otherwise.

What did you do today that spread? How did the sun react to the taste? Did it increase? Did the hungriness abate? That is not flavoring, it is deadening.  I'm keeping talking while the frequency of change of the, well, frequency, changes.  It should be too late now.  Count backward from forward **.  If I can lead you to a feast of delicious opinions then you'll feast.

I had yesterday.  Went all the way.  Came. That was everything.  What does that mean.  It means that for a moment my wave waved its entangled *** in uncertainty's breeze.  I did math on a mega scale.  Threw stones with my own personal personification of creation.  Yesterday was good.

Which is what made me think of this. This sneaking about. Whilst, unknown-st to this ocean I have you swimming in my wondering pool of nonsense.  It hitches on to you - this sort of pollination.  There's a test for that.  You shall not pass.  Come on.

This salmon of thought splashing pool to pool laughs at the surprised containers.  Just passing through.  Part of the conversation you are held out of, thinker.

a trillion poets agree
meter *****
rhythmically

hurricane motors
have my skirt

tore through
this morning

took no taking
covers off

i resisted
clutching

to no avail
I've lost my

idea of ground
hate water

thoughts wet
as tomorrow

sliding its
sliding down

on top of today
breathing wet clay

and something that's
been on fire

I'm going to collect that light
gently
and take it to bed for warmth n
comfort

soak a diamond
in neurology
colors pound

can i see  the ring
take it off
for a moment please

halving away
at the distance
you remain distant

this is another rope
thrown
why can't i own

you exceed me in depth
and still i push with conceit
and you smile humoring
act as if you have been pushed
and i crow away

this is a covering intended
to uncover smatterings
all our unwritten things
left and picked up and bereft
as other grows away

what numbnesses between
salvations we sacredize
this is where where lies
flap our black wings of knowing
unheart growing

and you always all knowing
riding in your ride
all along imagining winning
and this and that  and everything
i am  you are imagining

stroking the drunken ink
for  imaginary what is that
i must have and am getting
knuckles dragging on mink
finger tips chasing wrink-
les that vanish and appear
like tomorrow and now

We are the dark sea's
laughter
in the face of the light's
cold expanse

this karmic clash
of naught
and its best mate
time's taste

confused splashing
infusion
desires gashing
an' i just smile

thisposition
\
angel of decline
/
angle of recline\
slanting
a
way

to fall a way
and you
and me

are falling
down time
that laughs

you

Small happiness
es
  i
could not grrrh
sieve

signals

or edges
to something
altogether

not Perceval
[sic] mfer
unyet

this smooth curve
and this fading
thought

guided on rails
are they throbbing
or singing

could it be both
of note
is the color

of the faces
as they watch
these races

and their endings
disguised
even submerged

races of the
meandering
breathtaking

as we follow
the filamental
structure

stuck with stars
even nebulas
tomorrow

I've been collecting photons
but not lightly
they come with a shadow
an absence

These carriers of time
but not timely
arguing amongst themselves
like spies drinking

They seek pressure
to pressure a field
of me blooming
as is my insistence

florid with atoms
of disregard and
disrepute balling
like fireflies

can you see
the crinkles
then you know
about crinkling

You can't handle it