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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I am evaporating
I am colored water
I am a sentence
of conundrums
I am rinsed out
of these words
and hung to dry
mute

Nothing just happened
again
Despite my best efforts
again

She and her and her
again
at some distance
again

why won't they listen
again
to my angry outcries
again

I am but a cocky fool
Resting on the energy of my tool
Powered up and down
by the energy of ball school

Of course this is nuts
As if there was magic
in these butts
I was thinking *****

And hoping
always hoping
for a 7am visit
to my shallowest self

You are allowed
to be beautiful
You are allowed
to be fun
You are allowed
to be *****
You are allowed
to lie
You are allowed
to know
It's you that
allows

Much more many things
including mostly nothing
than me

An uneasy warbling sound
strung to your inner ear
from here

Clinging to a mattress as if
it meant to fall up from here
through me

Using my time well 'twer
a refrigerator magnet
holding firm

Erupting or blossoming
from aptly named carpet
another diem

I am a song
on a line

the smallest tip
touching

just brushing
up agin your hip

Then those ******* photos
Come to mind

This ******* *****
Requires cash

Perhaps poems
Will crush my opponents
And bring damsels
Or not

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To you
Again

God I needed this.




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I am taken
out of context
by this thin
string of characters
pulled from solution
thready breathing
seething
clenched teeth
just let go
let me slip
back
down
there
ah

Unsurprisingly
I got a super power

like in the
media an' all







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I can't be here
can't be seen here
somebody might
see me here nope

staring at my shoes
these need an update
is the blocking thought
as you here circle

are is inoperative
has been for sometime
i imagine u understand
in this light pocket

yet you scramble
and monkey about
relentless in claim
must you be so shrill

i know this isn't now
i know this isn't here
i know there is a when

I put myself back together
with Choco-Choco Chip
and Caramel Pretzel Klondike bars

and did I mention
Cabernet Sauvignon

another Death yep
this one a stunner
leaving gaping holes in hearts

and did I mention this young goddess

I put myself back together
with sugar
and intimacy

I broke
from the loss
of my nephew
my godson

I'm putting myself back together
with misspelling and wine

I broke, am breaking
I'm putting am back
togethering

i miss you already
i wonder why you had to do
such a ******* thing

and i'm crying again
and this is high
and this is low
and this is    
you know
******
too well


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I broke open
like a meadow
in spring
breaks wet
grayness
with seams
bursting yellow
purples beneath
in a field
of green shoots
shooting
like the green
lantern
striking
goodness



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I canned my anxiety
to get right here right now

slow enuf
to hear words

from the blowing
maelstrom

i make
from so little



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I can't find
why I'm here

in my cereal
or

in my book
my tv
my mutts

my scribbling
singing
saying
what  you should do

which pays
the bills
hmmph

no reason
i suspect
just to see
why we
are the same

just to see

just to see
what is in me

thee is no
different

than a lie
on a thursday
in february
eeking out


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What glove do I take off
this one, that one
the hands are choosing
fingers pulling
feelings ruling
i cannot fit you
i can't pull you off
three finger grip

Can you hear your ego spin?
It's the sound of Whispers
Lifting you up oh so gently and firmly
Above

Those condemnations
Those recriminations
Those righteous feelings
You stealing your soul with lies

He writes righteously

the sound "ound"
hounds me
since it found me
it stays around me
it and its friends
are out to drownd me
i digress
back to wound
it confounds me

I did something to her
Until she used very bad language

We were both
Quite pleased


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What are the warning signs
to happiness

let's take a dangerous tack

your un-safety is all that matters
in this break neck run at slurp
what is that

its a short dress
away from

i don't know
is that

greatness
or greatnessless

the land
of your answer

your urge steer'n
contained or celebrated

no one can be your answer
or even your ring

and yet your ***
is so beautiful

and the rest
is nonsense

Like this

I've never
written anything
I don't think
I've never
thought anything
I don't feel
I've never
felt anything
I don't believe
I've never
believed anything
I don't know
I've never
known anything
I know

what do i bring into the world
with this life

being a wave breaking
into time
like it
has the candy

tomorrows taste
of *** and feasts
accomplishments
and rewards
and hoards
of what i fear
and desire

can't be resisted
and you can't even
drag your feet
to slow
this midnight's
mad rush down

time fronts
like weather fronts
collide
before, now and later
smashing out
an interface on which
i vibrate
and take tea

blackberry citrus
if you must know
an orchestration
takes in
a vibration
and changes
it's tune

playing out  
an evening
as if i had
a bow
and could
sway a world

being a wave
breaking
full of unknowing
wanting time
to make a sound
for me
say
ah, you brought it

I don't have time
to slow down
let me repeat

Making seconds
flavorful
chef

of right now
and i mean
to mean

something and
that's
pernicious

whilst surfing
momentous
achievements

albeit frivolously
with assonance
and discernment

I don't know
what  you'll like

I'm not seeing
what you are like

and then fear
ebbs out

and I'm see ing
s omething

inside the circle
here

and your nervousness
is skinny

and shift y
slinking

around
what the hell

until tomorrow
n e way


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I have ridden in
some elegant moments
where I was resolved
within beauty

Always surprised
at it self ignorant
beauty breaks upon
our day a rooster

in beaming sunrise
silhouette on a fence rail
a blinding after image
or right now's want

I can't see you anymore
I'm thinking with  each
entreaty to burn here
here and right there

wants of fire and cooling
needs of held and soothing
swings of hurt and proving
I am certain...enough

How this could get so ****** up
What happened to my life
What happened to my wife
How could there be so much strife

A small knife
Cleaves u
from past u
'n gonna u
so you sprint

To comport yourself
aloud
as if
bristling
with words
falling from
words
tripping over
words
stepping on
words
like legos
made by
minions
kevin
save us
I am
lessoning
a gain
of time
against
dumb things
writed
sited

U n I
spongy

like a star
kneeling

threading it's way
baring instants
baring leaks
of tomorrow

I saw you
hesitate
I did too

and we
are here with clasped hands
knowing the smell
drives hearing
seeings a fool

watching an agreeable
fable
spun
in disbelief


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