Please don't be real people
with itches
and angsts

or that fucin thing
lus
ting

'*** then singing
makes
sense

and poesy-ets
should
be

They won't let you stay
will they

They say
You are free now

To roam about
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I observe future snowy slopes
from these slithering wisps
of seventeen degrees
sliding against
my foolishly bare knees

I observe my turning hands
warming themselves in nests
of fingers and cupped palms
rubbing around
each other's need calms

Water thinks I'm late
to its swallowing
so I rush leaving

wetness fending
off the masquerade
of my dryness

finger licking
yes I'm thinking
you're shrieking

O I had a feeling
about you
crinkles it's nose

This fashion
of telling
instead of
waving my hands
and yelling

and it comes
to me
that this is so
all about you
the limit of what
you can rue

and what was lost
that is all and nothing
at all and once you know
falling in arms out
will you land this
time laughing

When I see
certain parts
I go stark
raving mad
completely
resolutely
out of whack
So don't
show me
those
parts

stand out today
in a 3 verse
2022 prosaic
find your heart
in a moving poem
on its way hoem
really ikr bloem
and comb it back
soem I'm sought
cuz I'm nought
and wish I was
nougat

I can write
more poems
than you
can read
so there
I believe
that means
I win
hah

I keep curving
against the side
that is turning
maybe I'm spinning
like a turtle
upside down girl
"you spin me round"
or some such words
catching up with blood
going somewhere
with purpose
unknown to vehicle
swurving

the bindery
of findery
or is it
grindery
we mindery
here
the tray that
taught me something
or the shelf that proved
my eyes are blind
or the hdmi that
morphed
as i watched
into usb
showing
the hallucination
I am now
within
thin always
wraps
your heart
beat anyway

I went to write
or rant
or rescue
or change
electrons
somewhere

The grip is in
the way a fin
grips the flow
of water
these lucid
flows bend me

to bend me
time flexing
on space cadet
exalting tock
crowing at
intervals

Do you see
their hands
feel their
breath
sense their
heat

These seconds
to firsts
these instants
long in the tooth
hands out
catching

Threads offer
movement and
sewing in of
well everything
into this fraying
well everything

Murky almost
poetry
spurks from
my mind
I am inclined
to not mind
as I accrete
skid marks
in sticky time

I want my lollipop
don't you
This line sponsored by
the feel of my sleeve
the style of my attitude
I am conquering things
here
and I want you to cheer
me on

Soberly waiting
as if puzzle pieces
are being shaken
and they fall
into place

They will fall
into place
though few
might agree

The shortening of things
a constriction
of couldn't
say

while I wrestle away
from any target
the broad side of the barn
I love missing
is here

cabbage rolls off the tongue
like a dump truck
drusil animus
said together is a sound
wanting
to have its very own meaning
this early morning
negatory always feels
uncertain about itself
like it wants to be less
like pots and pans
howsitgoing comes along
wearing tennis shoes
but has no ***** at all

a regnification
has taken place
that I missed
you've been seen
as unexpected
lees and more
comification is
yours elicitation
collared stiffens
allegings argue
that you exist

I've taken
a one point
lead
What
will you do
now

This is imaginary
is always true
everything else
turns out

And in this obtained
echo I ring
this is a missile
aimless and
allgood all
good
and this I fount
passing some way
here now
I've a background
to be against

I am restrained
from saying
what you really mean
by what I can't admit

this smooth part lies
accepting its ambiguity
under certain meaty fingers
searching I am searching

torque as a reason
for a stanza
a shortening of a cap
stop digging they say

I don't know how to write
this sound
this intertwining

chords pulled
from strings
over the play by play

as I key a scent
wafting on a wave
saying I'm a knave

I don't know
this sound
I always love

anyone plucks
with their voice
sounding

plucked like
the g string
happy

I'm inadequate
for your purposes
Maybe even
for the overwhelming
majority of purposes
I am a hazarded key
for a suspected lock
securing maybe

Get my attention
wave a frond
feathery edges
undulating
I'm yours

Want you to know
I've saved you from
several poor efforts
now languishing
in drafts
this one
just got away

We like the flavor
of a clear signal
a known knock
at our door
in the night
these nevers
howevers
levers
we look away
pulling hard
Can you tell me
what is happening
here
which is
where
i don't know
you are
or what's
on your sleeve
again
away
discoloration

I wonder why
these words
seem
to fall into place
I wonder why
didn't
know
always ran the place

What are you getting
from your human life
What are you getting
for your human life
here
Is your human life
yours
Consider certainty
especially carnivorous
this isn't enough for you
I'll put my hand into my heart
come back with water
and I don't know
what I am the thirst of
drinking hard
your scent

Lean away
                from hold still

Branch out
                from stay here

Dash away
                from so what

Advise you
                don't listen

Especially
                 common

Hands press keys
                 useless

Lee
                  rest easily

The crispness
of your thigh

as you stand
just waiting

foot up
on one step

that shape
subtly more

than any
other grip

I have this teakettle
of angry
it whistles
when it gets high

I yearn 50 dollars a day
I burn a little less
There is upturn
and there is down
turning around again
fate being a clown
reckensee around
and I don't get sound

I ate the crumbley matter
I ain't
adjacent to
in shame

all those
nearby
tilts
covering

unkempt hair
glasses
timepieces
gone awry

til now
beaching
inland edge
up sharp

i've cut
into
tomorrow
sweet like

And what if I
always
remember
I am a

magnificent
being
forgetting
each moment

We are at
the dissemination point
when all things are knowable
by everyone
and no one knows
what to do now
without edge
on which
to orient

Well, non-readers
would be more
less-poetic
While wrapping
my gift
around their heads
looking, of course,
the other way
taken
to be sold off
as lichens

we've errored
in jungles
best forgotten
that distance
do not quiet
these found songs
still talking
while you
keep squawking
and I don't know
what is aloud

I will sleep
and wake up
on Christmas day

this space for rent

I would write more
but you scare me
I'm not as
[something]
as you
I just don't
know for sure
what
Not as rhythmic
mebbe
I don't even
Not as run up
on something
as you
Not as in
denial
Not as
Knotted
Just not
absent here
as you
leaning back

I worry about you
between art
and ****** armistice
where beauty
leaves us

Where beauty leaves
me
again I haven't
measured up
so stop

Arriving on top
of me
a fearful thought
named
you

Coarse leather
dark patina
no shape
I almost saw
your soul

And this author
who does he think
smug now

it's not him
still hidden
tabled here

just letters
spilt wavy like
to see

that's not poetry you say
yea but it works for me
it's not a dance that's refined
I tell the other side of my mind
just another lame attempt
a wannabe first of its kind
mush stuckina digital rind
feelin' this is quite a
fine mess
only /IP
can parcel this

Unsure as to why that is
it unravels itself openly
unreels, uncoils, unfolds
even spills itself further
into this shallow dish
foolishly as always
and impetuous
not careful
or measured
just emptied
out

I looked Death in the eye
quizzically, and asked,
sincerely surprised
Why are you here?
Death seemed surprised
too
That's not what
I usually
get asked
it said, kinda measured out
listening to itself and thinking
obviously as it went on
Why am I here
doing this
anyway
While I wondered
where else would Death be
or go?
if not on the job
is there a hangout
ghouls after work?
and now Death
was glaring at me
well even more really
and well even quieter than
and I wondered why I
had even asked
as if it weren't my end yet
Why are you here?

There is a poem
arising on this page
hesitantly

It doesn't know you
or what to festoon itself with
to get your attention

which is worth more
than diamonds

Look at your hands
tell them
how to hold
oh they already
know
Whisper about
the feel
of my

Rest them
in the crook
of my
place for them

Spin them around
each other
and you feel distance

Let them flutter
up from the keyboard
and sing

They ache
you know
for entwinement
your fluttering hopeful
birds

Get away
get away all of you
just get away
I can no longer
pay

This thirsty day
asks everything
asks deja vue
asks slaking
and I drown
in nothing at all
privately
I'm at a loss
which were you
on these bases
running

it's dark in here with you
I thought you would
light it up just being here
I thought you would
revel

Hello my neurons
What's it take
To be happy?
Since you are
The endall
The beall
******* sugar
From my blood
What am I
In you?
A song played
On flesh
A story written
In protein synthesis?
A song
Played on nerves?
Flailing dendrites
submit and fire
Oh the breach

Striated things
run counter
as the effort
crashes into
rivulets and dashes
not sintences and *****

Suspecting this result
I've already accounted
and even set aside
i never know what
until later
this follows exactly

though, we may all
be barking here
and the tree there
trying not to be
proverbial again

again things cause
more againing again
and so on and "so it goes"
upland is "straining against"
allthatsilliness that is the trick
that takes us