What shall I bring
to today

I am made of fabric
to easily snagged

Here to screech
about water
chiefly
Enigmatic flows
spinning
spiraling
in
as if molecules
were the whole
and I am rained
upon
drained of it
and scratching
give it
some color
red
and we're good

I think these titles
are fractured
in the way
we have fractured
away
from
our body
our group mind

this remaking
has nicer ****
than we've
earned
look at them
swollen everywhere
i look
something
to lick

Not sure I like
this experiment
this hazard
nature has
caste against

I don't know
how to say
what is
this force
that frays

I ablate
into something
egg like
having no use
for my
covering

i strike
with this
spear
that has
a look
so fierce

Electrons
have shells
and inside
those shells
they are safe

Electrons live
in shells
and inside
those shells
neutrons you
might be one
and protons
not here nope

Protons are
not dismayed
by a poorly made
Sarah made
can you read
between the
rhythm's wave
and it's

substitute
nothing in it for
anything and
you have
everything
again
inside

with you
wishing i
was wishing
i was wishing
i was with
you

I thought
I was so
good
but
this
is all
I have
to offer
I'm thinking

I and my wine
have been working
on some lines

you might know
the feeling
short the reeling

minding unwinding
raveling a threadbare
throw lay down and go

on this beach
an ocean
crash

The make believe
enshrouds us
and we like it
like being it
this taste
knowing

nothing
saves us
for tomorrow
still imagined
landing gear opens
or; they could be wings

Why is time
producing
and refining
me
What part
of this
this bigger
not visible to me
thing
i'm part of
is the fruit
and what
is the husk
and what
is the detritus
of time's work
if not this

Is this a place to squeal
oh oh oh

Is this a place to feel
oo oo oo

Is the a place to reel
yo yo yo

Is this a place to deal
ah ah ah

Is this a place to admit
I'm broken off
and in a pit

Isn't it

Oh I love
watching
those lights
flash

things are
happening
I can see
the blinking

an intense
change
of pace
now breathless

writing the
worked it out
even betters
that we know

will make
everything
so much
again

In this envelope
with a smattering
of nothing more
and curious

there is nothing
on the cam
or on radar
or in earshot

this noisome
absent sound
or reason
cacophony

smatters to be
so why do i
need a poem
to prove it

as if elbows
solved all
of life's ills
as intended

my bag your bag
in the bag
i'm killing it
here

one giant
connectionless
construct for you
to smatter on

oh me and me
don't forget me
say somethings
'bout me

whom you know not
and are too lazy
to imagine
very deftly

so I'm elbows
on a keyboard
rhymes on ****
oof i love that

sealed with
imagine it
you getting
to taste it too

Trying not to be
again
where I am
again

Things to not being here
shims between
me and


Even this is too close
this reach
too far too flawed
again

this thin distracted
thing howling
like ants and grass
again

shims again

I've been found alive
under suspicious
circumstances

no one has
claimed responsibility
or can explain

this very odd
and poorly understood
phenomenon

authorities
don't seem to be
investigating

I haven't been
contacted by any
news media

Not even my dog
has any curiosity
about this

Sudden and
exhilarating
typing sound

it appears
we grow weary
of being rich

even more
being sacked
at our best

an' hacked
and mod'd
to be greened

forever
beings run
right out

of being
here with
a smell

This forward thing
These steps
taken
to

nows
bleeding
forward an edge
thens crowd behind

i am limbed out here
crossing this sun
an' that moon
in this that
then

open
star craft
sailing from
who knows when
to not even there yet

again not again more
and even never
leaving out
anything
ever

more
happens
and is in store
to be bought by hours
absconding with everything

that's when you think a day
has marched through
my clean kitchen
and you clean
and pour

yourself
out on the bed
like time's wash water
congealed into a memory
of muscle and meat and love

i rented these words
you may
have to read them quickly
before they are
returned

That void awaits
a warm welcome
for each syllable
back from service
into some warmth
as reward

for years
in our mouths
wet and angry
or loving
or scratched out
on pages or
hammered

into some mind
****** meanings
screampt again
and uselessly again
at the night
at the light
at the moon

let the poor
******* go
i wouldn't
pass through
here as they've
chosen
through spit
and ****

yet here
they are
gifts and pleasures
sweetness and light
tongue tripping
delights arrayed
for our pleasure

let me dance
this way and that
reach up
thumb the tip of my hat
to you

You know I have lasers
for eyes
and I can see inside

Am I getting to the point
of sickness
what is this ride

it brings it all back
this wavelength
this deride

this is the end
of a thread
and you
are the eye
of a needle

this here is
the temperature
at which i melt
into rivulets
of snow

Just a second
I tried to get
away
there
no one knows
when we leave
our now
as if

could I
not talk
to your
puppet
mine is
out of sorts
so it's me
spinning
the dials

I want a
haberdashery
to appear
to keep mine
well dressed
while i try
to change
everything
routinely

and that
easily
I am
away
writing
would be
clever shims
to keep
the spacing

I have
a video
of a filmstrip
of some
pictures
taken
out of focus
and it's clear
right

I'm not
armed
or adequately
checked
for being
a nuisance
and so remain
hopeful
of getting
back to you
now

I have questions
about poetry
and whether
it causes
loneliness
or not

Every line wavers
shadow shuttering
the shade envelope
on off on off on off
something signaled
and forgotten and
pumped out heaps
of it and grounding
and searing magma
tunneling undersea
crusting into more
or less cooly nothing
still faintly hoping

All these words
piling up
thoughts
upon thoughts
behind them
and then
nerves
rattling
in their
cases
shaken
not stirred
within muscle
contracting
inside me
pretending
against myself
that I'm better

You know it's
just a wave
and still
you are
caught up
feet up
moving
as if
you were
nothing
afloat
in something
joyously
terrifying

you take our stories
into your endlessness
promising forever
at least in syndication
no new episodes
since ... died

canary a review
of you and you
are un-updated
pages left torn out
and pasted in a
sophisticated sewer

running past
calling out
look at me
and in your sight
i congeal
out of nothing

or into nothing
as i cannot tell
just happy at
having substance
on the hoof
galloping me on

Let's carefully examine
this knee ****

You weren't ready
you explain

and so your knee
creasingly leant

and then it went
bent didn't ent

I'm so proud
of that rent

we are changing songs
sung by a moment
hopeful of being
shared

and there is another
rung of a moment
clamber upon
and hold

this is what
breathing
is for
courses

and blood charged
with oxygen
roar in my
head

i would slam
you to
the ground

let's grease
this last sandwich
down

slip and slide
right inside
down

a thing in time
let's bring it
down

what i meant
let's bring it
down

and you here
just part
of it

the end of the good part
breathes on me
smelling of work
and reward

hammers and tongs
quieting and
extracting
a new man

scattered applause
polite and
exacting
its revenge

I liked myself
right up to then
arc welding
with a pen

cut against
this pattern
and bagged
as scraps

This thickness I feel
I've been inhibited
as if surgery waited
and you were
indifferent

cut away margins
of caring
boilt bone
and steam
an' I slough off

heaps of me
slagging down
upon myself
piles of mess
to be done with

and me hoping
for reinterpretation
of these scrapings
and small puddles
glistening with

Am I twisted?
Am I serpentine
pretzel logic and
tubular bells and
earthy smells
Am I something
you would notice
I hope not
so I hope so
I fear not I fear
and there we are
always are hoping
and fearing and
napping
napping helps
with the fearing
ok yawn i'm back
where was i
oh I found myself
being serpentine
and it made me
wonder how
i am used by
by some fungus
to write this

It is that time
for lines
of words
to audition

in imaginary
stanzas
and couplets

these lines
and the unhappy
neurons
that hazarded them

crushed
like an off color
rebellion
if off color is still

crumbs I am
going for
granules
of forward

at the herculaneum factory
it is lunchtime
fish sandwiches
crispy to the tooth

inspectors examine
don't they
in earnest with focus
these things are serious

lights are pushing close
seeking tiny bones
nearly clear pulled free
glistening in the light

we sink our teeth in
wondering why these counters
are so white and so smooth
until our fingers answer

that it is for them
and so few care for color
oh but this contour
is all ours

we let them smile
under their nails
leaving the announcement
frustrated but ok

I have a clear place
I drove past it recently
at high speed
and I saw
myself there
driving by
I was going
really really fast
and writing
lines of poetry
at the same time

was it something
i lived
too quietly
or too loudly
that led
to this
particular streak

time marred
I am rough
to the day
sawn into
shards as if
it was mine
to do with

i've scattered
boards about
planck's
for walking again
randomly though
as thought knew
I would listen
and overthink

skull contents
lumpy
wrinkly
wet
guessing machine
imagining machine
constructing
and de-
constructing
nevermind

this wet reading
thinking itself
aloof, a critic even

ideas sloshing
around in
my made up
place
all drunk
on being

thought further
stars i move
so you can spill
out just the way
you shout

this *****
inspiration
this look it up
fenestration
with a flashlight
and a crowbar

after openings
invariably
come closings

this stops me
except for
more openings

aren't we
distracted
by now

and the needle
has been
slipped in

and that's ok
in numbness say
I found a way

we are in the cell
amorphous perhaps
a darkened patch
near others
touching some

do we swim
no, we aggregate
and flagellate
everything
close by

near enough
is all
touching
as long as I am
touching you

is all
that matters
and then
i am not
and am lost

It pulls on me
and I pinch
to it
and clench back
my middle
draws thin
I snap in two

wildly freaking
out
I give up
try to get near
remerge
myotherpartself

it's no use
tho
that part's
gone
and I
am half
again

I saw the picture of you
smoke curling
right off the edge
a microphone
a tone
gritty sound
caught in
black and white
playing like film
thickening time
you talking
or maybe singing
easy as if
it wasn't
electrifying
and i wasn't
never running

These crawling things
these thoughts
engraved in nerve
throbbing wanting
to be bigger
to run me

oh you all want
to run me
don't you
this way this way
this way
whisperers all

help me copy myself
help me grow myself
in your head please
i want to live
forever so carry me
forever i won't take up
more than your life
and any others you
introduce me to

i am a lesson wanting
to be learned
and the lesson
is don't learn me
don't grow me
so strong
in your head
and miss all

inspiration cleverly
finished glares
from the rafters

hearted i pay
the rent
out loud, soggy

legs reaching up
pull without
contact little

tractor beams
having me
asided about

the Thursday's I couldn't
find myself pretense
has all but run

to single syllables
darting away from
the light as if
scalded  

all along and all
along you knew
didn't you
new again
instantaneous
instantiation
insta fren
listen 'gain
verbs reign

lift this part up
with your falling
fear of naught but
full enough
of listen

under look

this terror of life
imagined strife
days on a knife
is only ice
p-poured on your life
these brains dancing
with their songs
with their throngs
imagined hongs
tatong tatong
are you along
for a song for
a longing
you
of you
along
am along
with you
right? Please
tell me          i'm
along

things are asking me
to be spoken
sometimes politely
sometimes not
reasonableness always
has an opinion i often
don't want to hear
don't hear
won't

searing things alight
my *** and i whoop
like a stooge
and my game is not
even right
skittering crost
out of my mind
to having no mind
as my conveyance
is dissolute and garbled

I have been havoc
made of mad dark
snot and liquor
*** and ichor
lemon and oil
floated above

a stabbing sound
sudden and sharp
flinching, must do
less flinching, must ****
what makes me
i flinch away

making true all of the things
they say in your head when
you imagine them
and imagine what
they imagine
is true about you
flinching away

im an interstitial pistol aimed at your nichel
you know your silken lies are everything to me
timed sequences lie about the future and come close
to everything close to everything is frightening
so i pull in push away close my eyes and say
this is lemon this is grape this right here fate
or was it cake its bad i know to fake all they take
and i don't live in the ****** fight so sorry
you and i wondering where this is going gone
our mind imagines something other than now
and in our disbelief we die all day and drink
the darkness outside of this as if it existed

This bubble
of us cats
moving
some universe
's old thoughts
construing things
a certain way
as if to say
that will cost
you two cats
not as if

Let man's dark things go
already
these turgid ways
made on some *****
of some hill
so salty and red
this ascendance
my ascendance
now leaving dents
in the firmament
of tops no bottoms
no sides no guard
rails
so push me off
or I will you
again and again
if hills could laugh
at dead clowns
it would be
the only sound