I understand why the computers
in the matrix used us for energy
some humans are lightning to me
this sizzling sparking lighting up
one here

well i don't know anything now
do i

I always think I've
written something
then I learn
that I haven't

I always think I've
kitten something
then I learn
that I haven't

You always think I've
hitten something
feel the squirm
and I haven't

.

I am a work of imagination
or I'm imagination working
teams of neurons waiting
to find out
rally themselves somehow
and shoulder to shoulder
suppose something
I am a bumblebee dance
others jiggle in laughter
this goes viral in my cells
a small smile curls my lips
they are all humming now
and volunteer a deep breath
I wonder

I'm steaming
out of run
and it the sun
'at has its grip
'at's havin' its fun

in this pool
of my ablations
i turn my face
to warming
vibrations
what in
a shallow pool
rolls its white
underside
up in hope

It's hard to perceive
inside your slippery smooth
ness what you're seeing-ness
yeah I know tho
none of anyone's business
ness  'cept is mine yeah
mine as I divined you  
I think up an' design u
really hope my words
turn u and then wonder
while your mind refines
me and finally consigns me
and just whose mind less
ness confines me is best
left to the reader no one
has imagined ness

I wonder about you
why you're here
"was it death
is it the beer"
or worse the death
of beer
these not ringing true
say nothing small
about you
poured out bits
poked about
evidence, oh, of what,
are you evidence
and for how long
of what, time lists
us out a letter today

Oh, Okay
and we king
of the hillers
build a busy world
and fight over it
please, ladies
don't say
Oh, Okay

I reconfigured
the pulse emitters
and that did it

How to tell
they love you
how to tell
you're on
the right track
how to tell
there is anyone
there who cares
and if there isn't
how to tell

This leathery bag of us in time
seems misshapen as if events
made lumps
and tears made hollows
so what if it's not an analogy
not an imaginary you
these small perturbations
read in allowed reverberation
while you sound for harmony
or probably confirmation
and a little ride through
a modest interval being
wishful of spasms

inhale some carbon
**** a brick
men with guns
starving
women with knives
carving
and there's some
raving
under a wave
caving
we held tomorrow
up
robbed it
the evidence
will drown

the manliness is over
in this millennium
of women
i say i say
king of the hill
pathetic
and my ache
smallish
yet i
this beast
smell good
have money
excite
once again
take flight

To sand I speak
and it bears
my intensity
Time circles about
and I fester
become fevered
about now
it insistence
on rolling
over all
heatedly listening
to nothing
or never
waiting on runouts
inexhaustible leaving
without waiting
for you

The slip
into poetic mode
the discourage
meant
of not
being read
the time
scouring by
scalding all
I connected to
cool water
imagined

The clatter
of a cup
in a saucer
put down on
a table
scrape clunk
slip click
i close my eyes
to hear the
stirring inside
and i smell
my mother's
awful instant
coffee tang
I will make
a cup of coffee
and set it on          
my table
the eyes
that see me
that saw me last
were uncertain
and still we had
a cup and both
rattled

When gods play
it may not be
a good day
for the lay
and they
will so

I can hear
the next universe
singing
It is all
I can hear
some days
and I know
I am a note
in a cycle
to there
skint of
time

If I wanted to be
one with everything
I'd accept knowing
you
another nucleus
in this medium
trying to hear
the signal
when we all
act as
one
and I just don't
have confidence
in you
doing that
as you might
be filled
with foolish
vibrations
rather than
good
let that play
interplay
if you hear
a song
there is hope

what am I enough of
and for
been wondering
as it
has not
been
apparent
to me
or
n e one

The addings up
of things
haunts me
sums
of self
laughable
laughably
accumulat
ed
late
er
it will make
cents
and you I will
be ringed out

How can we get back
to where
once

Now will be that time
later
once

You will be that me
safer
once

This will be that comment
about
once

This nowing line speaking
to you
once

I always learn something
when I hang out
with the elderly
*******
the elderly

My nature is buoyant
this is rising higher
while breathing deeper
being that I am
imagining nothing
happily floating
up words
through letters
cresting now

What is this space
Is this one side
and this the other
I can't tell
What is "up" here
tho "down" is
this direction

Were we born
on a mountain
of time

Projected on
falling melt
and today
runoff
from a slight
warming

I cascade better
with cocoa
coffee
and sweet
cream
to down here
this desk
with its
Sun slivers
strewn
on fallen
papers

join a system
to attain value
tho I thought
I was the MVP
on my birthday
in mom's arms
accept a system
or be devalued
accept a system
and be devalued
us outsiders
us lowriders
don't like the system
of systems humans
kinging hills
netting
daily kills

I crest in time
for a while
'til some shore
runs me out
Where does a wave
go
do i continue
through the earth
am I one of many
songs softening
a ball of concen-
tration making
spin a majestic
chord in prog-
ression just now
is this
am I
dancing some-
how could this be
dancing some-
how with
particular abandon

Healing, under red lights
a certain rhythm
what is a
coagulation and a
resurrection
with red wine
and bilingual
insultation
that resonates
so ba-aaad
and I'm losing
mine

I had all these things
and then nothing

This is a new series
I propose
Wherein you work
and then
take lunch
and perhaps
a siesta
which always
puts things
in Order

I almost said
something
that would
make you red

Listen criminal
you've taken
breathing
and seeing
left hulking
sulking and sighs
a wrenching wrench
of regret with an
extender near bent
from strain longing
and pain of your
"reign o'er me"
splash you look
hand out in need
only and I struggle
to be human

san san sa-ant
I sant say say
an a hey hey
not a way
nawt a way
iss all gray garay
san san sa-ant
nos nos not sayn
nos nos not sayn
san san sa-ant
nos nos not sayn
an a heyin an a
heyin whar whar
whar whar an a heyn
whar whar  ya
whar whar ya  bin

My words won't load
for you
It's not that you
are that cool
it's just
just
that your expectations
should die and scream
whilst
and if you compare
someone
to your expectations

a flogging wouldn't
be out of order
do I sound
as if
someone
left me
alone

here
we did
and you
anding know except
awe these lights

Here I am
alone
with an echo
that takes
my stare
reverbs
on fingertips
as if the night
cooled here

left me cold
machine
of time
am I a shard
or the elegant
shape still spun
'gainst your blade

hardness moh harder
and a shaving
denied by  whiskers
shrieking as they
are scalped
'gain and I'm home
bleeding one-handed
watched by tomorrow

I'm having feelings
again
don't know what to do
with them
hence poetry an'
rhythm
drinking cabernet
amen

In what direction should I sing
what will, your radiance, bring
now
this sun who in a pique shade
shutters herself from my serenade

I'm writing back
in response to your
imaginary inquiry
it was a reality I
didn't expect come
loudly and harshly
onto me and I didn't
I just didn't even
"major tom to ground
control" twist some
**** now screeching
just to see your ******

I'm back
in this Oh'etry
space
eyes closed
mind down
in my spine
pawing at

I wanted to find something
I hadn't written yet
and you hadn't
stopped reading
as if a new sentence
wasn't an internment
of much thinking
after much thinking
perhap seed within earth

I was orchestrating a time
I was plagiarizing
a rhyme
I was fumbling about
as you can no doubt
corruscate me out

I'm thinking of a line
I could walk by you
and feel the cold
well 2
and you're thinking
of lives
or of this tissue
milky and soggy
saturated cords
of thinly visible
breath held aches
and we long
completely
out of dreams
for just love
or company
while

a baseball game
and a war
and a poisoning
and a white wedding
and a cure

and then I noticed you
had nodded off adorably

It is your judgement
of your moments
upon which
you hang
or not

what little garamble
of smirtin accors this
off the page miramble
sossin and ossinn rought
ime an lessin aim aim so

does a woman not know
how she looks
when she smiles
and I don't know
my name

Sluiced with her smile
I fell down in denial

I can win
in my own mind
or out there
oh that's too hard

That's enough
of a lot of things
grapes for one
not sour just ****
digging those skins
out of my cavernous

Oh How I want to be studied
like some past lyrical strut
like some cabalistic nut
a florid but productive ****
parsed up the ****
scenting no farce
sorry its my sparse
sense of poetry
at play

I'm sipping wine
and memories it appears
with each administration
elicitations of other sips arise
and I am a ghost in a winery
with a girl I can't remember
it is the sip connecting time
this inclusion in me of red
and I really can remember