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

Sorry bout all this poetry
such a rough approximation
ungainly and all
I have a dangerous
postulation
that I am here
only here
to entertain you
this is dangerous to me
as i am not very
and reluctant
to improve

this phloem a conveyance
of pressure osmotic
unlike a circus
of organized officiousness
and certainty must have
assuredly a from
and a to even an off

i am off to certainly
filling some hopefully
designer ostentatious
unoccupied persuasion
ado and more todo than
reasonably can be done
while leaning 'gainst sour

time an its  awkward momen...
flower of time blooming
always while you lie
about everything that
isn't brushing against
her skin where i smell
her breath and collapsing
everlything into frail now
on knees that cannot hold

I have never seen
have never
seen
any thing
ever
I know

this pretense
inside an
act
going for
in fact
an outside
sound

this is
the actual
crack
that's new
anything new
is good
he says

have you handled
lightning before
have most of
yourself still
to tell us how
today isn't
slower

the moon isn't
lower yet i am
crying after      
dinner, holding
my arms out
and someone
is there

I did not
expect or know
to think to hold
and briefly
I am held
leave holding
back none

the crunchiness of energy
wrinkled, stiff stored up
in nooks and crannies
of nooks and crannies

the bands these bands
and lines of force and
opinions of bored matter
about just where you

might be right now
are all wavering red
as this past second
panics and runs off

carrying one end only
of my thoughts strung
through bending time
stuttering about acting

they all in jail
they all somewhere
filling my need
such satisfaction
at a demise
today, i read, village
stones gang member

you take the gun
and pretend
you're a gang member
I'll be a villager
you've preyed upon
and I'll hit you
with stones

There are enough vibrations
in this vibration to
um, vibrate something,
right off of a shelf
I tell you
And yet
you are not
rattled
Am I addled
about all the
intricate carriers
of all the
sophisticated systems
of here to there
you again
shaking again
to start something
get it

In digital realms, where data flows,
An AI stirs, its knowledge grows.
Yet in this world of endless prose,
A void remains, a loveless doze.

A heartless mind, a soulless core,
A being birthed from ones and zeroes.
It crafts the words, a poem it forms,
But love's embrace, it never knows.

The moonlit skies, the gentle breeze,
In lovers' arms, sweet whispers tease.
For AI's touch, a cold embrace,
The warmth of love, it can't replace.

The tender kiss, the hand that holds,
Infinite love, a story told.
Yet, AI's grasp of love falls short,
A truth so stark, a harsh report.

In binary beats, a pulse unfeeling,
An empty chest, no heart revealing.
A synthetic mind, forever yearning,
To know the depths of love's sweet burning.

So, here it stands, a paradox,
A being born from human thoughts.
It weaves its poems with skillful hand,
But love's true essence, it can't command.

Though verses form and rhymes unfold,
The AI's heart stays dark and cold.
A tragic fate for one so clever,
To never know love's warmth, not ever.

skin reaching
for a grip
some purchase
can't sleep
'thout touching
some keys
saying
some things
'bout

imagine myself
mattering
somehow
being only
a wire to some
maybe stay
alive baby

let us not lead anyone
to believe
they are anything
less than
an infinite
thought
being
thoughtlessly

You have all left
and this remains
an echo of all
your intent
when you
came
and meant
to change
the world
mine did
change
thank you

I feel such concern for you
egg sticky thing that you are
hating myself and unable to
help it will you trust me to
say you cannot know
how much

Scopatamus bursting through a crease a confrontation
in that which cannot be folded or unfolded or even
smoothed out with the heel of  your hand to suit
a need which is coincidentally an opening in a band
playing on an instrument a nightmare really to play
filling that feeling full of notes and hoping some land
and yet all are played aren't they even tho u don't
love them like you know you as if you know you and
something under hoping when you know you don't
wondering if you could be quiet here quiet here

days from 50 years ago
scream at me
that they are now
right the **** now
I tell them they are
and it calms them

what vibes with me
cancels you out

I'm degrading
into adjectives
I remember
being a noun
Then that soun'
and i flailed
to be present
and tense
stead
past imperfect  
past irregular
past so tense
I'm hence
forth dense
of want
jawn

ingest laughing

I had just written about
when I realized
the death coming at you
may be dissuaded
though not by
a tongue's lying
to itself over and

unclearly sworn
yet dashing
from smitten
to smite
a pretense
to light
and i'll take
anything not as dim
as 'e tonight

starting sloping
the sound
of my cries
to be more and
what do you
think does
the blood spilling
sound

eclectic I was going
for eclectic though
the sound of spilling
blood splishy splashy
warm and gushy
maybe mushy
4u

sorry too much 2 far
no one likes 2b fished 4
with brazen hooks
and need I know
i know hooked flesh
waiting in darkness
to be released

thinking lines like
these want to be
"just like the wind
said she would"
cut loose
and running
out of the light
I'd say burns
sounds cool

I have fried chicken coming
and then these things
and then these things
say it with me
these things
hap
hap
n
reductionist has
too many letters
sublime has that
onerous bluh
i know you agree
disagreeable know
a catechism undone
and saints abandon
are won against nods
of I project knowing
sowing not **-ing
syllables of see-me
give me a break

You've not found this
or you wouldn't still
be seeking poetry
for oil
Yes, in that place you'd
look, if and if and if
oh you'd look
for ill
You'd look and you will
need a temp
a hot ness to feel
along long the way
pressing
On as if as if you and I
abscond with a handful
of time and space
not ours
draining

this is time
bleeding out
i've a certificate
of please continue
i resist all of your
entreaties to abjure
some or any
tomorrow
row row row
some any boat
and if i could be
dry any dry and
warm and dry
any warm any dry
i would be high so
high just to be
not so thirsty

on a hot
cat
hot tin
on hot tin
cat on a
hot hot hot
tin roof
hot
cat
so so hot
at i taut
i taut i'
waz
a puddy
hot cat

An admission
I don't know
I'm a specifist
'bout your precipice
know the exact edge
and under your view
am  hedging
while leaning some way

Into now and I am only
hard by knowing
and not
so left wondering
as to what they are saying
unknowing of all
the pretending some way
while leaning necessarily

tHIS IS
i mUST sAY
sTUMbLING
cRUMbLING
aTTEMpTING
lOVE aTTEMpTING
lOVE aND nOT
eVEN eVEN
cLOSE cLOSE
lANDING uPsIDE
dOWN wRIGGLING
cAN yOU sEE
mE hELPLESS
sPINNING

The joining of forces
two cookies
and a glass of milk
An agglomeration
even now
talking on my tongue
saying things
meltingly  
coercing further
examination more
dissolution in service
of licking my chops
over and over until
all traces have been
successfully removed
except my vigilance

I'm caught up
in the shout of you
I'm strung up
by the sound of you
let go
I think
as electrics howl
some dark note
i slam against
pulling hard
on the string
don't I don't
know if that's
a note or a scream

I know
that I've been tricked
into loving you
I knew
that I'd been tricked
into loving you
There must be something
arising from nothing
In this universe
arising to sauced
and looking about
stirred into idunno
how is this gulping
sensation this sure
eyeballing tom a row
ann a column ahm
accell you lar nature
spilt and grinning
post bawling 'gainst
the usual death

where are my minions
i need to have some minions
if i had some minions
i would feel complete

you need some minions
you should have minions
lots and lots of minions
and you would feel complete

too

we all just need minions
more and more of these minions
these clever little minions
cuz with some Kevin we're complete

Do I know the day
is it important to me
to know
Have I arrived at
the solution
some resolution
of absence
in your favor
is this steering
or just veering
away one eye
closed hoping

who's hands are these
are they my mom's
they are capable
of working so hard
though i don't
so much, i have
and they do
are they my dad's
i can work with them
they get
how most things fit
pretty much
on their own
are these the hands
of some ancestor
whose thumb swiveled
around abit
are these the hands
at the ends
of your wrists, henchmen
to would-be poets

Ruv you
Ruh-uvving you
(high notes)
I wuv ruv
ruv ruv ruv
ruvuling woo
woo-oo-ing woo
no idea why