And I shot out the penguins
from under the dusk
where they held back the day
and the night
so they could get gray

I'm sitting in this kitchen
decidedly not at
the dining room table
serving as my desk
it's a mess
a reflect hitting

accuse me
an' this
sorry these
sidelinings soaring
all out
absorb this
inta ink an' drink

an' we're here
a now wanting out
where where
I'm confused
at this end as that
striking darkness

This cut
cuts away that
which holds me back

sliding from me
eyes dulling
is me

I can't unravel that
I shan't un-travel that
your lips your eyes
closed closed closed
are these now knowin'
your ever anger isn't
overcome is set aside
awaiting my act

a souring day breaks
like water
bears malice
from time past
conserved for now's
temerity to be new
that's grasped down
fast

lest escapes happen
of now
without ideological
grip of dead eyes
for beauty

This casting of a spell
as if you saw someone
for an instant
in an empty
room
no one's there
and you have this feeling
as if someone is
there
This casting of a spell
carving  your back
a question feeling its
coming answer and is
complete in some
darkness always
unheard
quiet in your lines
don't reach crush
any who do
die comforted
and unheard

I think I reach
for you

this conceit
my lever

of ascent
satisfying

ly
high

above you
all

to distill it
clenched

un
rewarding

ly

Arriving at careless
Where I've let go
even

Filling that space

Rolling over
throwing a leg
out easing my back

sleep comes e  a s ily
in stutters i know
are pallid

shuddering away
to sleep off
whatever

this flavor of a day
the floor is lava
in this story

The violent one in me
is swinging fist down
with force
I'm clenched
almost rigid
in muscle reaction
to this desire
to do harm
to someone
bad
Are you bad?

No one seems
to admit to this
so i'm backed up
my  eyes darting about
there should be someone
bad about
shouldn't there
be someone
to fill that role
I need

I hear a guitar
and have a feeling
more than

this tone entwines
me
in chills

an envelope
sultry
beckons

i sing with a feeling
am sung
out

watercolor dabbed
spreading past wait
beautiful

running color
insisting on
filling texture

I can't find it
my connection
dis

connec...ting ing
I can't find
restraint

rest aint
here
con quicksand

gallons of wine
over time
throw out the bottles

time to open
gropen
agin

sink ing a line
being a fish
gulping

i apologize
upon re
read

Where is
this gentle space
I seek
wherein
I belong
and am safe

is this
the path
i should be
upon
am i
getting there

is this here
am i
among others
like me
edging
out

I read this physicist's
comment on consciousness
to Nell, my white bunny
Nell said,
Nibble, nibble nibble
Nibble nibble, nibble
Nibble nibble nib
Then paused
watching
in her quiet way
to let it sink in
Delightful!

I've retracted this line
so many times
I felt I had to say
something to those of you
waiting in my imagination
for my next work
and who need
an explanation as to
my delay

i wish ink still stained
pages with this scouring
and pressing down
sound of blades on parchment
sailing words course through
this cellulose sea
quiet alone now

letters spill on as if
polymeric chains snag
heartstrings past embarrassment
follow one another out into some light
twinging yet owned
sparks of snappy life
shorting forward
and at something
so you see

Nuances of red
are everywhere
on everything
Coloring and
Discoloring
Filtering and
Or reflecting


My red ness
over your smile
souring it
unreal
Artifactual
I aver'
to dim ness


A light i am
To be off
lines cringing
submerge
beneath scattered about
shame
until i quiesce

This gravitic nonsense
pulls on what
oh
the belonging

you are in
just by reading this
and clicking love

you'll receive exclusive
benefits
and this halts my f ingers

bad grav
gripsme
i scrunch forward
jutting my jaw

here an'
i melt away from
the keyboard

This false inspiration
a ailment common 'mongst us
This reasonable reason
resonates doesn't it
accept my resonation
which you might seek
or the identification
of attempts only
attempts

The art of falseness
no less
delightful in its
thrum of beauty
this decadence careless
of its perch seeks
to not be
fallen falling

Rising this cheap
falling for attention
isn't sacrifice or
heroics is self blowics
inflation of false selves
pitched against the screen
now to see

The lipped and smeared glass beckoned
brazenly
sauces fingered over red
what do they say
flavors blending conspicuously
rich

i say
rich
and I sip away at this submarine
blue and cool coral in the distance
under sun light blading-in warmth
like carved happiness suddenly
uncovered will you look
at that

i drain it down
hold while i open another thanks
and i recognize the homage
in reluctance recalcitrance even
words of ground glass
grin out

on this plain
these steppes swept
out
lightly switched off life
drifts on here

I'm not admitting to extending time
Or the correlary sensation
Of Thursday
Next

To some small thing
wriggling

squirming twixt
ears

an'

emenation fronting
as Writ Large

vibe please

When no one is
available

We find a place
to put it

A place to
get it

Can get bent
for it

Belonging is the
weapon

we too often
wield

You should
love me

That  you don't
is every
human's

horror yet
you don't
love me

because
because because
you know how this goes

i vociferously
unlove ick you
just look

Could everybody here
unclench

just for a moment
your learned
judgement

your imagined
learned judgement
stroking

whatthehell
i'm talkin'
to me here

why are you
listening in
to

i'm a little distant
to your ways
tonight

real and i
wonder will
you want me more

as i thread out
to more
distant orbit

in your
view
scape maybe ing

On my knees
carefully
Pleading for love
from you

its a
clique

to acknowledge explored
whatever  what-have-you "ands"
what-nots

intolerable redirects
404's
from hi story

wishing myself better
understanding it does not matter
how i am

less i've moved the fence
out
beyond

This little death
of which you write
capitalizes

exhorts
oh what a distasteful
word

that stabbing
expansion
of fight

i abandon all
these words
here

on this beach
of entangle
us

lying into
supposed leaning
into

poly
syllabic
sheeplyness

i do not
surrender
"it's complicated"

an easy draw
an easy drought
that's draft

i sink
to
here with you

that makes me laugh
catching you
-run-run now

Arriving now  
upon the back-lit tarmac
broken sticks
and wire

remnants talking
unceasingly
settling down moments
misread

into alliteration
assonance
consonance
just sound slipping

the moors of meaning
cavorting 'cause
an' circumstance 'nta
something akin to flavor

even more things
to swallow
to fallow
to follow down

No you don't need me
No you don't read me
When I'm sixty blue

Let's call it
Egotistical Anxious ***** Redux
the whole "clouds in your coffee"
ego in charge meme
"all that and a bag of chips"
worthy of worship nutbag
of little-girl-gotten-away-with-smile
not fair universe
unnhh no words
help this strain
on goodbye

i'm not answering
the phone
her texts
and still
it's a conversation
ev'where else
an here an here an here
while there is not there
to even talk with

just a nuclear reactor
i wish would pull up
and walk in apology
on those lips i'd rush
to accept forgive embrace
'sted here ah am
wresting love from lyric

and margarita and...
numbing things in
three flavors plus
chocolate
and i find this joy
at not being under
that knife of a voice

free of the crushing reality
of 10 minutes listening
to ego caterwauling
dark enough to wish you gone
forever or two days apparently
where'en i'm fully prepared to
renounce my principles
'gain

This particular empty
defies me

the fit and finish
of this emptiness

wherein i hang
a tv head high

encircle it
on a leash

outside of which
uninhabitable

and i know better
than to pull

is refined to a single
serving of what

decision tonight
is delicious oh yeah

i tell myself
that's really good

and I smile
back and nod

So there's this
conversation
we have

Where you are
working
so hard

to learn how
that
happened to you

vexed *****
used
badly

and i
just try
not to sigh

whilst your ego
gits its
high

keeping you
away
from

here and now
as you're too busy
fixing then

which can't be
and isn't
to be fixed

There's nothing
here
to read
to see
to notice
pay no attention
to that country
convulsing in
shame

I have no lines
tonight
to lay down before you

that matter
that take up something
hot

I have no lines
now
lying fallow

I have none
to snag
your trolling hook

the tongue
you stick
in life forward

you taste
like a battery
half charged

hoping to light
one last
******

I have want
left over
for you

I know that
look that
deprecation

I just let this
fantasy
pass

so, i thought
this is a contrived
effort
as is
your reading
of it

not a thing
of beauty kneeling
before you
seeking
anything
at'll

then what
do i show up here
for
if not
to be beauty
loved

smile
forlornly
at me
and i
will do
the same

To you this missive
speeds with
venom

I can write
this poetry
of complaint

as if I had
a can of special
sad paint

I'm slipping
behind this
instance propping
up hope
and it's words
benedictions
bent in the current
are you wondering
could this be
nope
yes it is\

disgruntled
as a human heart
chambered rounds
pumped into
the pain body

i am setup
to fall
upon a sword
that is actually
a dipstick an'
I ahm only
measured and
wiped off

What vies
to be our
blood stream

our signal
out of the
"that direction"

bits of dysfunction
speed to you
unhindered

like sandwhiches
oh i like
them

of meaningless
to celebrate
a dog's greeting

Vies is only because
numbness
arrived in time

I'm writing against
an *******
seriously

Puck her
belief
it's a wipe

What do you think
of the censor
as a whole

I think it stinks
a nasty
crack

oughta be
wiped out
clean

of all opinions
as they are
toxic

There is a
"there is"
to start

and i can't find
beauty
init

Trumpets blare
from Bravo
a cinematic start

unreel this tense
sell you Lloyd
nice

i think I've
gotten it
down

There is
a way
listen

These fools
writing hard
oh you're one

skint by days
inexpensive
brandless

wishing to be
victrola
just known

as a song
playing
on us

fat
fleshy
instruments

un-played
and
soundless

oh god i just want to say
****  you

i just want to scream
*******

i carve my hate
*******

you think
you don't

deserve this
you do

*******
and

---------------------------

it's simple
this existence

that sings
if you let it

you don't
let it

That would
down vote
an up vote

negate
and
position

and you
smile
down upon

the victims
of your
imposition

talent-less
fools
i name you

that fashion
yourselves
"right"

its a
chicken
of an opinion

accompanied
by a self-satisfied smirk
of a ****

I'd like to tear you up
no
I'd like to butcher you

Carve your opinions
on
your face

so that you feel
your
farce

Good
you think you know
good

you know
only
fear

your dog
bites
everyone

and feels
bitten
inside

I have a different vision
of life
now

That's what's perfect
about
now

i don't have
to win
now

this is
foreign
land

drink
this
elixir

that kills
yesterday
and tomorrow

imaginary
things
beyond now

outside of
real
distract

to where
i no longer
live

I'm crushing the notion
of superposition
into whine

Of days hanging
on a clothesline
fluttering

in some breeze
carrying the scent
of high

its the
explanation
of the day

thank gods
and universes
for scents

flattened
minutes
haunting me

like the feared
forgetfulness
look away

look away
simply
look away

I create these
things of beauty
to me

That you
dance
about

with scissors
running
at

stop i'm not
a poem
yet

and you're
not
even real.

The things I swallow
a construction
of neverness

won't do
an arm on me
of turn

again into
is it really
hope

plummeting
stomach
wise

and you judge
this me
by lines

we keep hoping
they break
into
reasonableness

they don't
they fill out
form
and space

numbness
lies in success
that leapt
against your skin

thrown out
and rising

Let's write this darkness
into pseudo ink
and grab the useless
pen eraser
to take it up

keep on driving
i told her
my doors
are locked
undone

the news
of being
alone
encircles
its avoidance

and i cry alone
blaming
a movie
a commercial
so right

I like this manipulation
of time
we do

as if as if itself
was more
than a thought

and nothing
against
your breast

Oh these hands lurching
toward you
through

Look at them splayed
un mirrored halfs
almost tremble

keyboards so lettered
pose frozen as if
then was now

stepping
run
on

take this noun
tis yours
landing