Let's say
I'm aware of you
and the small distance
you will go today

did you have dinner
was it neatly done
and put away
cleared

did you wonder
what shall I do
with this quiet
that owns me

tonight again
and that I'll do
tomorrow
I think maybe

and cinnamon
for my toast
and almond butter
for my coffee

and you oh you
you are for my body
because it aches
literally for read

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

These grist groun't
pepper grinder days
falling in bits
onto

Night's tapering off
and see-thru
clear tongue of space
dragging

crumbs and bits of me
away into the early morn
sometimes before dawn
breaking

I scrapped three or four
would be's
enroute to this be

I sit in belittlement
or be betterment
I cannnnnnnnnnnnt tell

if I'm better off
without her
as if

no words
i now 'member
will change this

I love your adherence to the heat
to the incomplete
*******

and the fevered ****

There a summer
cotton dress
stylishly textured

in the rain here
getting wet
and I cannot

keep my eyes
off




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I have imaginary friends here
You may be one of them
I rub my stiff cold knee here
You might want to be warmth

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

When you hear a new voice
and it comes from inside you
and you realize it was always

Hello everybody
this is a note from my heart

hello everybody
this is a note from my heart

it goes
THUMP THUMP THUMP

it goes
THUMP THUMP THUMP

hello everybody
this is a note from my heart

after my eyes
saw you


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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

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 keep writing
stop me
at least
for tonight

No one appreciates me
No one at all
No one sees me
No one at all

No one something
No one or other

I am secreting
to much glue
I am secreting
too much

Your name
Your name
Your name
Here

I sit across
From this beautiful woman
Reaching into her mind
For what her *** already owns

And I think
Stop thinking
so hard

Just be
The Beast
You are

Why
To a lion
Does it always seem

To be enough
To be

And to us
Beast Masters
    all
To not?

I want to be candled
Held up against the light
Looked right through thoughtfully
Hear the words "a good one"

Placed gracefully
back in my place
I would be serene
and belong

The line of inebriation
I'm finally getting over it
took a giant margarita
and a few brain freezes
to huff my way

And what if I
always
remember
I am a

magnificent
being
forgetting
each moment

I could never find the time
to write a poem
so instead
I wrote
down
salt and metal
hard times
fines or jail
lines I crossed
on the way
from anger
to surrender
threw them in
the box
held here
by you

I have no distance to keep
nor a pattern to seek
I've closed my eyes
to not see my lies
and now a brushing touch
isn't too much

Daft fools writing poetry
I don't know why

Things get out
'at shouldn't

izzat a melting inkyness
rubbing its catness

on your
put together

put on
we know

what's melting
on the sofa

finger fast
nightless time

searches me
for day's devil

I have it here
with me now

I'll run right
over


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I don't understand any of you
as the front runner does not
understand what is behind

And I am you in your pocket
or on your edge balancing
an admission you resist

Fenceposts aren't
your thing to go by
are they

Smaller now
we lunge
past

This begins differently
I've just left a space
to see what fills in

raking through emptiness
for another line
knowing i should be sleeping
sublime

a movie ends
with such a dirge
over the credits
i change my mind

this is a waste of time
this space resisting
action for
distraction

its all day
i say
over and over
admit it man

i'm on the lamb
from
the collector
from

so i talk nice
to my dogs
they don't listen
unless i say "treat"

How does the wind
find its way home
from ruffling these trees
and pulling my eaves
taking. I feel
it's cold look in

In the wrong place

These things that we gather about
these fornicating scribbles of art
scimitars of sense and sound bubbling
rejections spelt like blood running out
ululations of spirit and other certainties
bleeding hopefully read and deeply felt
I'll take a coffee and a sandwich of meaning

yes yes you are right you are beautiful yes
this sound bathes your nerves and raws
those things that connect you to time's killers
seconds slaughtered here in honor of your fear
what about what about what about what they say
shame rules your day blame rules your way
something is running out something is running
forward about to run right out of my skin right
aside to your reading here with your judgmental
ear skinning my hearts work like small snacks
ick you say ick this isn't to my taste this isn't
my cup of tea i don't take it filled with blood
this was a day in my robe this was a day

with a finger in my ear a song in my art
i am pulled along bumbling grinning
awkward in the slip stream keeping me off
really
are you still there are you still curious
if this has meaning if this has beauty
if this has some understanding that will
ease the up-welling of annnngst and anger
or click the box of right and let you smile
just smile

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

wonh-wonh
is the sound
of things

you expected
an adjective
there

some qualifier
limiting
apt

wonh-wonh

to what sublime
anode release
drawn

does current
does it come
back around

after it has
run off
to ground

Had a sneezing attack
Thinking about licking

Your trim
Tickles my nose

In recollection
hindsight

I love
It

So let's say something real
I think

Heady like
the wrenching
earth

No clever darting
either
;-)

Where the liquid
of my life
spilt and spreading

on this
charged surface
I bead up

In some face
contrasting
small emotions

like giddy
from
your scent

I detach half way
'nd attach half way
the next molecule

wetted
richness
of always

bridged again
in a skull
glial

lying to itself
like a cowboy
we love

spanking
half-heartedly
his horse

Yesterday

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The axis
of belonging
drives


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Set my molecules free
wait
wait wait wat

holdings
what are holdings
what am i holding
ah my holdings
these these
are my
holdings
and i
waver
in t ime
holding
nothing
closely

What's this hollowness
to my happiness

ah I say out loud
having faced the question

this is no mystery
this is

alone


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So you're no one too
sitting there reading this
alone

Only imaginary reasons
to look at
your phone

Let's put this  
stangst
in a poem

an' call it
rewards
of efforts made

and stop
making those
self same

as i'd like to not
reap these
same rewards

This morning
is different
this one
  I decided
is mine

My birdsong
My dawn
My cool morning
air

My pen
cries to you
so quietly
from this little perch
of hope and choosing

What was the last thing you did
That was delightful?

I hope it was
Me




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That burning thing
That incessant burning thing
I hunch my shoulders
Clench them like teeth on my spine
It scoots up to the base if my brain
Something goes numb wine chaser
I am a totem of curled up space
Pressed against self and its horde
Bunching laterals
All lefts to rights
sought and closely missed
the audience groans
and looks forward
to more milking

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

Does your hatred
deepening
help?
Arn't you
it's host?

Hey you rub er write one
out with me
picture me sipping
my tea
enunciating a line
with that look
a glance who's
breath you took
and I deeply inhale
then, slowly,
lay the cup
down

I would like to yell at everybody
And tell you all what to do
And see you Scurry to do it
And smack the slow or reluctant ones
So that they glare at me and comply
Clearly I was wired
To write poetry

In the absence of others
I talk to myself
alliterate
sound
I just need to hear
a voice

Assonance rules
my desire
to capitalize
on mesmer
and own you
with vibration

Knowing you are here
in bubbles
wishing to be owned
liked packaged sweets
unraveling and
sticky

a mere smear
liberal on dark matter
Jelly on ghost
sandwiched
between verse
and hurried

you waffle
and fake
knowing
this feels
you think

and knowing
fakes its death
hoping
you'll leave
a scentillion
a modicum
a smidgen

Of that mf'er
now

How I like my women
crabby and unavailable
apparently

This particular empty
defies me

the fit and finish
of this emptiness

wherein i hang
a tv head high

encircle it
on a leash

outside of which
uninhabitable

and i know better
than to pull

is refined to a single
serving of what

decision tonight
is delicious oh yeah

i tell myself
that's really good

and I smile
back and nod

Let your being enjoy itself

Let your being enjoy yourself

Let your being enjoy your being

Be enjoying your being

Be being your being enjoying

Be enjoying

Be Joy

Enjoy being

Joy

Joy'n me being

Enjoy something
anything really
will do
now

I can't make any room
for my broken heart

break faster and more
often I tell it

it screams and screams
back at me

of the gravel and root ends
its assed across

and you in your
comfort and joy

that was a ploy
I know

In your grit
for it

You'll form any
shape

We need so much less
and are so much more

Body needs a brain
to listen more
and less to its own
convince-ments

the lumpy
contrivance
of an
instrument

driving us
all the hell over
the constant guess
of not us

in the constant guess
of what's us
ruck with idea dust
and sticky lust

This is where you replay
a scene

A humiliation

In your head

Over and over
Until u are filled

with dreadful feelings

Then you conclude
your life *****

idiot

U bang on my door
at 2am

Let's see
2 days of imagining
a bad scene that will probably never happen

and life isn't worth it

How would you know?

Better to end
silly thinking

Life is delicious

Ikr





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