I have no idea
I didn't even
write this

Nobody hears
anything
  I love you
ever

Someone said
in my head
about
my poetry

Gifts

Having never seen
the next line

Some version of you
accreting
stalagmite be you

Some version of you
inflaming
coarse-ware are you

Some version of you
concluding
am-ending by you

flesh hostages of mind
ignored ache in signs
well what did you find
signaling low decline

flesh given up on its
compass its direction its
falling down its grit
and i think this is it

what's it I fallen in
hi recognizing kin
and this immoral din
the cacophony I'm in

can't see around when
in dark water pens
its trial-ing rants rends
nothing so much as ends

I am
one dragon away
from catching fire

I've been never
and once upon
a time
And I never
knew the angle
bending
To suit the shape
of always
running

I hit him
in the head
in the  broken
spaces
of knowing
I know
I did

The strings of
"That's bad"
Play in my head
Play in my head
A webbing, a netting
a wobbling warbling
wrought stringery
would be ringery of
shoulds and oughts
soughts and naughts
expensively bought
making ******
thoughts

and that's the
big swinging

think I think
I have a line

in my sand
now its here

cross it there
to indicate

a willingness
to unbutton

dark trousers &
frothy thoughts

I have rants
they are
the in-thing
So many
perhaps
I should
number
'em
Apply
nicknames
sort them
in order
of likelihood
to save
the universe
flat tepid rants
for sale
it turns out

The hokeyness of time
its environs and its chum
change
Taking up all this space
occupying restlessly
ever
The next door neighbor's
fenced-in green acre
rising
And while you're sorting thru
waves, lines and knots
tangle
Laughing or is that coughing
with here's the thing
again
If I can find you reach you
settle somehow in you
convey
Oh the center of thought
and say all 'bout the laying
of now

I need water and
a rub down
because I have
been thrashing
against you
or my imagined
you you you
every **** thing

The tilt moves
and I am leaning
down again
I spin myself
right roun' or
some such thing
and the lean in
I feel it like
it smashes
not this time
my foreleg 'tracts
and springs

an ahm raw
open ask me
n e thin
caring has
left the bldg
awareness
clings for
freshness

I could catch
covid or I could
catch monkeypox
or  I could catch
a bullet when
times are good

We live for the thread
that connects us
to something
with hope

On an edge
bliss or dissipation
a holding pattern
call it judgement
fall in a direction
hope for rightness
not righteousness
that sugar
a favourite of
demonstrative
accumulators
are you one
no not here
u aren't

Look what I got done
look what I have here
look look look
at what
I have

I  am nower
now aren't I
and you and
you too you're
nower now too
aren't you aren't
you too you know
you are don't you

As long as you are in
the galactic plane
and dancing
with pilgrims
all lined up on an age

what slips you here
to your advantage
an advancement over
all that became before
now is on the borderline
are you here

can you be held warmly
seen as being wetly
cognizant of the pressure
if you'll do this for me
i'll stop your disintegration
with now

living in a room
of outbound bullets
of course I want
you to be safe
I kid of course
duck duck ghost
let's play the game
we love the most

You know when hate
enters your heart
its left hand your right
shake it all about
take a direction
you know the one
now take a deep breath
let her go let him go
let it go let all go
I am understood
to be confusing
it's the naiveté
that is so hard
to achieve
when I want to be

I've scraped together
parts of things
added aspects
I'm hoping are subtle

"and Rosario is SAFE!!!"

given contexts
contrived to help
"sunshine and roses"
volunteered

"Emmanuel is innocent!!!"

I let it run to page
smile and frown
that balance
bits have flown

"Cabrera not so much so"

this, another overreach
a cautious feeding
trying to feel that thing
you want to feel

This spindly outreach
trembling for connection
bleeding all the hope
of every lyricist
I really don't know
if I have anything else
than this sing along
than this wring along

I need a slogan
or a hip-hip-hooray
or some **** thing
here he is
some **** thing
aren't we all
n e thin else
comes before the fall
proud of that
ieee

So you feel you have to be acid
and all else must be dissolved

So it seems I have found
um
dodging in and out of
poetry
the level at which shelter
rhymes
below which nothing
shines

So maybe I should say to
you
Slopping your eyes along
here
hold all you hold dear and
fearing
the other things inside your
big head
consider just think about about
rhythm

To your body you are a dance
along
just wanting a reason to prance
along
and time spent this way it goes
along
and cleverly this is really hard to
get wrong

I'm arrested by something
sticky the capillary action
is breathtaking
of all the things
in my head you
**** you
double **** yoou
to erase

When you finish
you should
clean up
right

I'd like to nighten the day
add that cool air coursing
across your skin announcing
once and for all open season
on getting my attention darkly

lick across your lips I dare you
shift your eyes side to side again
do it and absent yourself lean away
form this arrowing in it thinks sharp
at its whatever amongst whatevers

and i listen guiltily am  I responsible
did I did I did I cause all of this chaos
or or or  am i am i weather happening
to sentient seconds rushing pedantically
to a crest a crescent a crusty tableau grinning
at nowhere that is wanting to be somewhere

I miss you

These endings
that once
were beginnings

time having
run through us
and out

My sisters
my brother
and you

Now
is a time
with missing pieces

of itself
known by
bright wet outlines

Men are crushing our bodies
so they can feel important
so they can feel powerful
I'll show you bullets
I'll show you how strong
I am stronger than you
You'll see egos scream
armed up and angry
righteousness
living in their heads
living in your head
a smug prelude

I am on the *****
a gentle sliding
following curves
inducing dark
increase capturing
limbs and skin
in reignited drama
wherein we've time
we willingly discard
for this access

The integration
disintegration mash
You put your left being in
and something shakes
you all about
Am I right being
grooved by this
I don't want to know
the need I filled
somewhat

I am trying to find you
always trying to find
you I am always trying
If I do what will I do
with  you what will I
with you will I be with
you I don't think I can be
with you now that I see
you where you are where
I see you are I cannot be
and yet here I am here I
appeal yes that's it I appeal
to your to your new found
friend that's me your new
foundering finding you while
being here some part of the
whole time I've been somewhat
here looking never thinking
I don't want to find you ever
finding you finding you ever

I like
having to pay
that *******
the universe
everyday
in order
to get
to play

In 2022
we discovered humanity
I like hyperbole
We found them
learning to be
while doing
everything-ly
failing and looking
for more

trials
and those
tribulations
a single use word
speared into
by whom

let's work the room
see who's bluster
capitalizes the moment
in my abandonment
of you to bombs
and artillery

Ahm always
tryin' to make
someone
feel hole

Ahm all about
that reeling
unexpurgated
hole

I feel as if
I know you
something
hole plus

and to
the degree
I feel
your absence

Not being human
is easy
apparently
I have it down pat

dropping in
self esteem
I wonder
how to breathe

there is laughing
a side to my fear
oh i didn't want
and I disappear

You are deaf
and in a rush
otherwise
I would
send you this poem

and know
you wouldn't
read it
whilst thinking
what a////
slashing me

and you squish back
to central now
where the vibe
and the fits
are clear

and nothing else\
well me
is dear

You and I only exist now.  Though that’s a squishy statement since I am writing this in my now and you are reading it in yours.  

What is the temporal connection between our nows.  The fierceness of now is not overcome by our distance.  Or our different calendars.  Is now held here in this almost physicality of looks-like-print?

Isn’t this is-now-between-us not the same somehow as where your hand rests as you read what my hands type is now? I’m still trying to ask that question. Abbreviations.

What wants to be felt that is lost in this small wire?

My skin would brush against yours.

You would not say
late things
to an early bird
the idea is absurd

this might be empty
tho
of well you know
but look no

don't look
at me
whilst i whittle
away to almost far enuf

I was just thinking
and then I realized
I should be having ***
instead
still I'm thinking
and typing
and you're reading
this might not  
be ideal

The spoils of war
lie before us today

Thinking creates
physical possibility
Awareness finds
ready-to-be way
tho not like me
to take it

What does that mean
I ask someone other
than me inside my head
they respond quickly
inquiring as to my
need to know

I need to know  her number
her skin
her dimples
let's not dance around this
I need to know
her as a human

I don't know what
the world is
or what part of it
rubs so roughly
that I wish not
to open my eyes

I don't know who
you are being
or what part of you
lashes out so fast
that I wish not
to open my mouth

I don't know when
I'll be ready
or what part of me
hammered so thoroughly
will heal first and desire
to open my heart

I spelled this moment out
of something
it didn't like
and it was grateful
if confused as to which
whatever next

And it stood up fast
impetuous wrinkle
time a clenching
scenes bunching up
it a little aghast
whatever next fast
it thought

There is this marble
rolling and stopping

and there were
curves and reverses

on the way
to stopping

and the marble
hoping for more