in some insight
i see I avoid
and it's gone
hidden
in my fear
or what
supervises
the rails
i barrel down
calling myself
a thought
steering me from
knowing
what shan't i know
I am talking to my skin
and those muscles
and, really, that cord
down my back it knows
keeps me ignorant
what i need to know
to imagine i drive
spinning my
plastic wheel
closely watched
we turn i grin

i should be shouting
should i be shouting
what am i shouting
why am i

to shout
about
what
i just should be shouting

something just what thing
not this thing surely
but something that has
that ring thing

that ring thing i seek thing
i've only a dull detection
but its enough for addiction
as in there is not enough

in the recoil of these keys
as feedback
to the pressing of lettered
darkness

a pressing of time tight
as a frightened night
lived again still
wanting death

this is uncertain
and feathered
or is it's pulse
feathery

certain to stop
why not now
just shy of then
certainly

we'll stop reading
and the waveform
collapses and
dissipation

to lower wavelengths
cousins and
lovers radiate
dissolution

all of us and
our memories
seeking lower
manifestation

shells of former
selves dissipate
to new varieties
of vapor

shelled and roughly
discarded charges
accumulate only
in memory

tangents alight
grips on tonight
fancy takes flight
you dim the light

I'm certain you are fine
I only enquire because
your countenance flatly

speaks of dreams and hills
and skin in warm rays
of Autumn's afternoon

stirred slowly over heat
this wooden handle pressing
back against your hand

a lever held close against
tomorrow always seeking
a way in to these hills

bringing its ills
and i am younger
again today i think

then when I asked
perhaps impolitely
why your nexus

of dallying lines
drunken ripples
and lumpy oscillations

is calling for weather
hoping for lightning
even dull frightening

as days are stifling
and nights trifling
and lives baffling

you could have said
seeking solace and
certainty fell here

why don't you
have another hit of anger
and go off righteously
and go all righteous for me
this is what i love to see
easier to know where not to be

I have automated
my imagination
i just press a button
and new ideas

dance, fairly prance,
in my mind's eye
does my mind lie?
lie de lie lie de lie

This curly mess
of almost
lie lie lie
lie de lie

You see I have stolen
waves
i seem to covet them
with fins

i just shut my phone off
it's laying there off

am i unreachable
did i vanish

what are the risks
of this rashness

am i still
casting

is this a sea
am i a f ish

its open
to interpretation

and ours are
nonsense

at least that
is a certainty

and it's
still
off

I've been in this fantasy with the rest of you
but i'm done with it
we've made raisins of our selves
with imaginary son light

we have now connected to the point
of coordination
the cinematic moment arrives now
shrug, off each others

caveman explanation of blood
without mercy
we've no time anymore for your
designs of ecstasy

to hold each other means
******* out
the crap we made up
to feel better

when we were terrified
last night
when we woke up
this morning

Something else
in some short wave
carrying now
finally

i am i think
a blob in a blob
full of blobs
that are full of blobs
infinitely blob
in a blob

what are we up to here
your syllables and mine
ignoring one another
as if they came from
different times

are there different times
are there different minds
or one smeared by stars
into nooks and crannies
like my skull
are you my sign

regroup on the made up
certainties we've been
pig headedly handed
by our other hand
and still
i like your smile

So you're the masked man
so obscured as to not be
'tellable  this neuron
so 10:30 but I don't
know what day

could i choose

sas if, is all, yes
the this or thats
an apostrophe away
from landing on the moon
but I'm ahead of myself aren't I

misshapen life unversed
taking the form of
I sense you know me
as if swollen
enough

gets you in
redness abates
too late

I've the sleepiness I've sought
sinking in
dulling me out

When monkeys became serious
you

found sharp

these edges
what they could do

smoothing over
your first
puncture

did you know
did you twist
this knowing why

you thrusted
as an animal
blunt blunted

penetrating you hope
one more moment
wherein I know not

You'd think
while my radius
shrinks

I know
these words lumpy
and promiscuous

Thinking themselves
watched
somehow heard

are nothing
compounded
until sweet

These bullets
they are so **** hard
slamming

I've been spending
my vibrations
on ammo

Loaded always
locked less often
pocketed

Transmutations
inform on me
while tearing

New holes
in my flesh
while passing thru

So, I am having a poem
I thought you should know
it's not your's

It's another muse's
well something
just not

because you've
been off
somewhere

I don't know
where
just

not here
just not here
lately

the deafness necessary
the deafness wished for
if only i couldn't hear you
all being
which is just loud
which is a vibrational disturbance

you are a disturbance
in what would otherwise
be a smooth universe
like butter

crunchy things to hug aren't we
all up in our wave fronts
slapping forward
in our blind nows

every inch of territory won
lost
faster than immediately
nows you win nows you lose

now you standing wave you
smithereening everything
in your universe taking
all in at once again as usual

can't can't just can't be here
and in the first stanza at once
knukin fows
and it's the echo is all

or the smithereens shadow
like a Hiroshima shadow
i was violently not here'd
just nows

ringing like try's oh sure
they're cries isn't everything
just banging around in the wow
fut the wuk sow of a day

I was, again,
trying to do good
flood

My brain is fried cakes
it stares in confusion
as it knew what this meant
a moment ago

and then I wrote it
and it was lost
and having abandoned
the entire effort

fingers confused and
unknowing as to
which keys
should be pressed

have pressed these
as if there is another
in here too *******
i wrote this not you

not again anyway
at this perplexity
of leaving off
and beginning

as if a batter
rose in heat
and solidified
a triple treat

I'm still

I'm running
still

I'm still running

I'm still
running

Still running
Still running
here just here
running

I am here
i would run
i should run
i ran
holding
still as if
it would spill

and it would
it would spill
it would still
everything

How was that sandwich
was it everything
you hoped
How was that <your adjustment>
was it everything
you hoped
How was that <what was that>
was it <complete as pictured>
How was that
was it
are you
everything
of course
you are everything
think about it
everything

between your ears
everything imaginable
flails

must you wail
in this eloquence

read out 'tween sips
an' considered

naught, agreed

did they all just want
a life
they could pause
and relieve themselves
maybe
get some popcorn
an' come back

i slaked a thirst
i maked a first
i naked a burst
know what i mean
there is a tonic
for what i have
there is
for what you have
it's 8 dollars
for the
thought of it
nor the naught
of it
i'll


if you hadn't
knives
i'm here to help

find you're
your
missing
knives

cut you
i'll


do something
with something
sharpened

tho I'm dull
as a gust

scales fly off
dull in the gust

no longer
that

cold
ness

shrink away now
this arrow
never knows

I miss dial tone
it's sonorous
reassurance yes
the world is on

these bars
stepping up and down
when i close my eyes
lose their sooth

the waiting
hum of the world
would carry your
very vibration

down the line
you would own
miles of line
with your tone

there were some
they called
"long lines"
you could say "um"

it seemed
to cross time
and you
were tethered

my voice
driving one
miles long wave
rising and falling

across rivers and lands
to someone, me feeling
as if my own sound wave
could nibble on their ear

i don't get the ah
anymore from this
this connectionless
shredder of vibe

i have a flagship
full of your thoughts
sailing to

less ness

which constitutes
***** ***** *****
you

I have sound
left-ing and righting
itself

as if you're a whim
aura slim
sim sim sim

i always make you up
to argue with you
about me

I always wake you up
I have to convince you
to believe

you exist
when's so obvious
you don't

what are the feelings
of the made up
people

perhaps you can tell
us who made you
what what

I'd write you a good
poem
but I don't have
time
or I don't know
how
and now I have
two stop

i'm putting together
a professional audience
to review your reaction

'lectrosensing things here
to restore my barriers

i have leaves falling
in the spring
tho it isn't

smoke has been blown
on medical advice
up, up and away

I have tools
to use
on you

intentional ality
had you some
we'd be good

or gud
on my usual day
even guder

i'm backin' up
ready to pull
the lever

can you let this go
asks everything
in you

i have passed on
same same
gud

what empties here
runoff of your sorry
mind or is hat mine
to wear

did you follow me here
not knowing I am
trying to get lost

thinking corners
are like bats
swinging

trying to stay
lost from being
lost from being

I would have
a conversation
with you
if I could get past
(so many things)
chickenpoetspeaks

I would ping you
and listen
for the echo
to see if, indeed,
you are solid

then I willrunaway
and watch
from a safe distance

and accidentally
get closer
if you seem

you must seem
and in my 'verse
be so seen like on
and incapable

i am trying to avoid
being eaten
beaten
or chewed

do you have teeth
are they the kind
that bite
when no one sees

did i marry you
did i carry you
and put me down
then i will
of course i will
haven't i

when i lose
my mind
and my time
i'm happy
at this silence
and i drink
more
to make sure
i stay
down

i don't
have cuffs
for not wrists
twists
of lips
to say this
shifts

cooking down
a thickened
beef with life
to a single
cry

why have
i lost
my time
in my
mind

waits
and measures
thinlyness
to avoid
stuck alone

the
unavoidable
just not
like

so many that's
sorry
i died there
nicely tho

I like the blank page
the empty line
the waiting space
of meaning

the waiting space
of sound

the reddening
against the white
is always black
and stark

ruddy and wet
needing water
wriggling vines
wannabe lines

scarce on an edge
is plentiful here
would you like two
just toss in this you

it's a goner and a
should uh an' a would uh
wrestled into a could uh
and I'm definitely gonna

fill this mf'er in
fill this mf'er up
this mf'er up
mf'er up

For whom do I writhe
pealing look away
your gaze freezes me
to disintegration
lightly and in denial
is the state of our ends
and then

who am I looking to see
that is watching me caustically

fade to fading away again
leaving the stage sullenly
again

not seen, again, by them
or anyone

no waves return
to this
shore

I am awash in nothing
bundling silence
with directions around

now
of course
smiling at my skittering
denial of its ownership

Is it time to go to bed
some of you remain
banging around in my head
and I'd like you to be dead

I'd write you another
bad poem
but

The sickness fades
glad feeling
invades

And I'm not caught
lyrically
reeling

I have a theory of angulation
which, when I learned this,
I had to look up

I want you cornered
because you're a round
thing and I like you edgy

whatever you are to me
dodgy and tenuous
slipping right past here

to some delicious awaiting thing
ready to leap upon
your delicate sensibilities

I cliche i cliche away the day
thinking I am thinking
not repeating some sine

a curve settles in to play
as if it was just another say
not bent not bending not

things are always ending
yes I know the corollary
shockingly more scary

what rhymes with nothing
on the next line
some something said

Why would you help me
when I am trying to beat you

I am confused you don't
compete to eliminate me

I don't understand
what is wrong with you

You need fixed
so you don't lay down

when I arrive to fight
your horrible self

I don't understand
why that is a surprise

I'm wondering if it's gratitude
the universe dies for
I thought it was life
at all costs and any rent

and then what then
a shiny expensive hen
what is the ringing sound
I have been brought to ground

out I am ground out of here
so now I am where the lyrics are
wishing I was where the girls are
and imbibing along quite in sync

and time decides to say thanks
there is a fluttering and I am keen
to know where it has been since
and whether or not I've been seen

Rubbery words
aren't getting it done
these stretching's
breaking sense
pulling rents
over holes in hours
of this-again again
and that ****-that again

not even words
detailing
not even feelings
not even ever now
the exact when
of not again
not now

sloughs of meaning
leavings of lies
marched on or off
the stage to cries
of hold on what does
no it doesn't again
over and over again

carcasses of clever
thinking thunk over
by paws scraping
lines in wood floors
of nevermore
artfully again

I am a partially solid
container of living conditions
just right for circuses
and menageries
in orchestra
things playing things
that end up playing me
to you if that is you
how small a some
of you depends
can you hear your
*** laughing

What if I don't perceive
this connection
thinking of you
as audience
to a page
of words
shapely
or not
maybe
impressively
so you read them
seek rhythms in them
even and then opine inwardly
as to their conformity to the edge
turnt the way edges turn for you
subtly or all at once
the going off
of things
poetic

I wish I was only
a reflection of you
but that
cannot be true
as I am
a confection of you
sweet i found
my way out
without insulting
you although a
confusion of you
without a particle-y
contusion of you
remains as a simple
infusation of you
slowed at cessation
the old soft shoe

If you don't like me
falling down on words
collapsing gasps
into tedium
with hints of jasper
Try ascribing again
to your weak beliefs
and measure thereby
your soul and then mine
see if your hands burn
for a knife, for a weapon

I think I'm sprankling along
this is a conflagration
of sprite and tank and ling
this girl I know like *****
a conflatulation I made up
Starting now on demand
every episode stops midway
and looks at you and asks
if you would like to buy
insurance and what
do you have to ensure
against inflation, and water
since you can't come clean
even against time and its kind

time and water are friends
so don't believe their lies
how they will be there
when you need them

you will sign up to be
flowing hoping to bob
your days gently along
an easy sunlit shore

these lies are employed
for someone else's laughter
our lives on some stage
of which we are unaware

a natural act an unseen watching
written up like time become space
I've inked my body's imagination
with misprints from the school lunch
menu

I'd like to have one of those again
pasty instant potatoes and add water
gravy next to an oddly shaped loaf
of how to make money off our children

we have been trading on our hearts
discounting how you affect my soul
with explanations galore that would
extrapolate happily on the drawbacks

Of Thursday afternoons with no wine
and it's this stage upon which all
of this nonsense cavorts it ills
as if we were more than ticketed acts

In my head
ducking thoughts
bears chasing
through trees
me squawking away
hitting the other side
of my skull
and realizing
I can't fit
out that ear
Head for a nostril?
it is not going to work
i hold very still
and start vibrating
'til even the woods
are shaking
and the bears yield
to my faux quake
and then
because that is
so hard to do
so much to endure
I dampen down
the vibrations
and we're all good
and no one sees

That's an ecstasy
they don't come
often
I thought as
waves washed over
waves and I was
me waving
like a light
striating on ice cream
tasting through my backbone
cleaving sweetness

Oh god the ***
is so confusing
is so delicious
is so confounding

No wonder
the politicians
and religious
grabbed hold

I had to laugh with joy
it just seemed like
such a good idea

I was arresting myself
like a heart sometimes does
when the beat dropped
and I thought thump thump
thumpthing seems wrong now
or thumpthing themes right now

You know this point
as you approach
and go past
over and over
don't you

"That's so cool"
What's your
over saturation
of stimulation
and is your
imagination

to blame

a flame

billowing sails
of not here now
carry me away
was i with you

in crashing waves

was i with you

in laughing
tho borin' days

Oh I hate that

an instant appears
time mastered
between us

you didn't
feel it
did you

If only
you
were here

I'm watching
an idyllic
scene

The ego stroking
job of the imagination

The ego scaring
job of the imagination

This lovely balance

Illusory

Tricksters abound
'twixt your ears

Mastering your
awareness's

Like channels or now
streams

directed at  you
full time

crafted to please
every fiber

i've subscribed
to electrons

one at a time
down a sliver

I am charging
up

and will
assuredly

what
***

a dendritic
brew

of imagined
fastening

snags of now
to then

I don't have
these costs

I assure time
who's deaf

and fulsome
and smells

of grandfather's
spring

time retracts
leaving

you here
wondering