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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censored

And I should stop now
I'm sorry I wrote so many
And I realize
This is yet another

The problem
Could be worse
than I thought

This is
Me stopping
Now

Mmmph
Arrgh
Harumph



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This old skin laments
nothing
as it becomes younger
askew
the time's coarse saddle
riding
playfully up the universe's
laughing
cacophony of quarks

This just in
law allowing women to use
all of their awesome powers
as they see fit
universally codified

I can't write
I can lie
I can pay attention
in the wrong direction
and raise questions
that do not care at all

because you
are safe aren't you
I can't ring your phone
or rap on your door
to ask about your hate
hidden smirk appears

If the universe begs
will you lay down

with me
and hold

as if
love

as if
passion

as if
future

held sunshine
little rain

as if
you

as if
me

as if
all doesn't run down

n e way
as if

who doesn't love
entropy

yeah


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So much yada yada
scanning the poems
everyone all of you
trying not to let
the words skada skada

If you don't like me
falling down on words
collapsing gasps
into tedium
with hints of jasper
Try ascribing again
to your weak beliefs
and measure thereby
your soul and then mine
see if your hands burn
for a knife, for a weapon

If You Embrace Life
What happens

To your socks
And the odor

In your drawers
Do you decide

This is
Ahhhhhh

Good?
Do you think

Repression
Not on my apple watch?

Can it be that
I don't know

Lives
Joyfully

Next door
Borrows

Power tools
Gleefully ignorant

Of safety
Seeing

Scrolls
Of secrets

Produces
Saw dust

Of
Your dreams

Your desires
Anything

You
Set down

In
Early resignation

You
You
You

Get back up
There's no crying

In
Infinity

There's no
Know

I no
**** that

Eye
Eye

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There is wine
and a reach up
and out
Raise your right hand high
use your left to drink to that
cabernet yah yay ay eh

feel free to substitute
your chemical excuse
and fetid dreams
so delicious and later
rank
below that of turn away

up to here with you
like the rest of them
take that filthy hunger
its concomitant anger
over not understanding
and you should

have understood by now
have appreciated this arrow
heartless weft singing self
and threaded to be sewn
into the daily however gayly
'n don' see comin'

ralph ralph ralph on top
lest we dance for nothing
which is maybe best anyway
now that I can stop thinking
about you about you **** you
again you penetrate my verse

When I can no longer accept
any more other

Stepped off here
into the discolored
and disheveled
tidal pool
of my own darkness
the tour lasted hours

I give advice
I don't take
advice
I am laughing
My advice is
a little to the
left
would work better
right
I know I know
I should read more
say less
pray

i say  more
read less
curse

except there
are moments
where things
occur

that i am for
and I
rise and
resolve

like
a movable
flood barrier
rises

otherwise
i like it
am of
less than
noticeable
lines

in some insight
i see I avoid
and it's gone
hidden
in my fear
or what
supervises
the rails
i barrel down
calling myself
a thought
steering me from
knowing
what shan't i know
I am talking to my skin
and those muscles
and, really, that cord
down my back it knows
keeps me ignorant
what i need to know
to imagine i drive
spinning my
plastic wheel
closely watched
we turn i grin

I had just written about
when I realized
the death coming at you
may be dissuaded
though not by
a tongue's lying
to itself over and

unclearly sworn
yet dashing
from smitten
to smite
a pretense
to light
and i'll take
anything not as dim
as 'e tonight

starting sloping
the sound
of my cries
to be more and
what do you
think does
the blood spilling
sound

eclectic I was going
for eclectic though
the sound of spilling
blood splishy splashy
warm and gushy
maybe mushy
4u

sorry too much 2 far
no one likes 2b fished 4
with brazen hooks
and need I know
i know hooked flesh
waiting in darkness
to be released

thinking lines like
these want to be
"just like the wind
said she would"
cut loose
and running
out of the light
I'd say burns
sounds cool

.. to go
today
to get there

I have to
get there
.........

...between us
I used as a safe zone

it was really
a weapon

and we were really
at war
.......

....in my story
unbeknownst to me
I wasn't here
......

...between me
and Ok me
and effin
amazing me
.......

...I was given
to cross
..........

....and I got lost
..........

....where all the lines cross
I could get there
When I do
they are never crossed

...I am closer now
though


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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 my fear abatement thing
i wish i had you
what did i miss
these red marks
i can't shut them off
i'm clenching
these beautiful hands
and i am back

look at this projection
onto my reading glasses
from afar
in sulfurous blue

snapping
years onto sandwiches
3 S's of horseradish sauce
slapped together tasty life

confused by this path
please
as if
it was

picture wave
pushing into
nevermore



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I have space
now

Rarely before
and only by chance

Did this absence
occur

As if
all my worries

left for a party

Yeah that space
to which

I'd say I'd learned
the way

Haven't learned
the way

Just unlearned
the constant

Self-fray

Learning
2 play now

"Hey now
Hey now"


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It is in sight our Edge
that we are all working to push
The magnifiers of presence  spark outward
I am glowed
Look look this is ******' it
Breathe that out
It isn't is it?

Right there self doubt
Broke in
And wrote a line of its own
And stopped my good feeling in its tracks

When fear writes your lines
Is an awareness
I think I should have

Cuz I give fear
too much

Too **** much

So I consciously change
to doing things with love

Not being butthurt

That is the edge
I have now



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I have no lines
tonight
to lay down before you

that matter
that take up something
hot

I have no lines
now
lying fallow

I have none
to snag
your trolling hook

the tongue
you stick
in life forward

you taste
like a battery
half charged

hoping to light
one last
******

I have want
left over
for you

I know that
look that
deprecation

I just let this
fantasy
pass

Just financed drinks
for the suicidal
it buys time
which is medicinal
I'm taking some now
as a supplement
or did I mean
something just then
a purchase
less precarious than
before and yet I know
this soul
and she will scrabble back
and I will answer until
the laughter
arrives

I just need
to hand this
to you

and my job
is done

This little packet
of dense information

describing weirdly
how to make a me

You mix with
how to make a you
and then some

Please just take it
from me
and math

Has us strategizing
Turns out if you try four million times
on average
you almost always succeed

Bang your alive
if that 1st universe
doesn't **** you

Abeyance holds
enuf o' u passed
as it

than not it
borne lying
to the womb

crazy to
hand to someone
themselves

minus the unwritten
righting each other
writing each other

Scribbling new yous
on time's white fog




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This looks
too poignant
I thought
and that
too pithy
we don't need help

Why you always

are you scared
are you sure

you can't take
a breath
here

so stop breathing
as if

I keep crashing on you
I keep crashing on you
I keep crashing on you

I never learn






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Smiles
On my face

I don't think
It's just

The alcohol
And drugs

It may not
be poetic

To be
Deliriously

Happy
for a moment

So

For your sake
I'll say it's sandwiched

'Tween episodes
of soul biting

angst
It's not tho

it's just
I've decided



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On this page of a night
I've ridden new words
with headlights
and pedals whirling
some went puhlumka

Of course I didn't know
did you ever actually know
you were on the way
to right here
how could you

others went awry
and still got here
on time
though its late
in verse

there's a sugary bit
to be had for sure
not much of a lure
hung on ramblings
where I cannot get

There is nothing to like
or love
here

"You live in the feeling of your thinking." -Clarity

So I try
to live in

the beautiful
poetry you write

and
in your intent

to write such
even if they clang

off the rim
of my teensie winsie

art hole

Clang

sorry

the best
arn't private

seed
hope

often by sharing
despair

"ah"
we think

I am
of

Here


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Saying
I don't want it

God
I want it

I
walk away

inside

as I give in
to it

losing to my idea
of it

and falsely giving it
credit

iz zalweys
me



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I like the blank page
the empty line
the waiting space
of meaning

the waiting space
of sound

the reddening
against the white
is always black
and stark

ruddy and wet
needing water
wriggling vines
wannabe lines

scarce on an edge
is plentiful here
would you like two
just toss in this you

it's a goner and a
should uh an' a would uh
wrestled into a could uh
and I'm definitely gonna

fill this mf'er in
fill this mf'er up
this mf'er up
mf'er up

When I am out in here
and think of things
I can say to you there
I'm not here nor there
I am nowhere
and talking about
being there
as if it were
somewhere
and its always
too hot there

I'm having more conversations
with imaginary people
well maybe
semi-imaginary

I'm not sure
what you are
or why I'm
all in here

Sellin' the sizzling
of artful hollow
emptyings
of naught

Oh
I digress
what a y
can do

and there it is
my humanity
distracted no attracted
to that with a y

Yours seekin'
Mayhaps mine
Y sublime
reach for me

I close my eyes
and constellations
arise

Who is signalling me
from inside my head
with the big dipper
and orion's belt
in that sequence
on my eyelids

i never know
what i mean
know what
i mean
you see
i'm not meant
to know
what i mean

some lobe aware
of my awareness
shapes my now
by feeding it
breadcrumbs
manufactured
and lined up
for my perception
as it were

and i think
i'm writing
this line
whilst if I had
been all of me
i'd know
i'm a reporter

erstwhile of course
when i say
let's go this way
we are already
enacting
and i am unsure
of my weight

and what part of me
silently
pulling strings
knowing themselves
I wants

I took seven syllables hostage
in front of the entire sentence
I was brutal
they allocuted
it was choppy

I don't know how to go there
I say knowing how to go there
something spurts out
in a slow wave
clinking along

In our nonsensical carriage
dreaming of paths or naught
all this echo
of a texture
saying something

If i drive it right over there
does there suffer much
so don't push it
i often think
slipping between

I Screamed awake
like a cliche's

first awareness
heard that

there then
now uhhh really

yeah
reaally

i need a
burn

you know
what i mean

a throw your head back
darkness

inwards
from your spine

smokin'
awareness

of thin-ness
what is thin

what is love
don't

I like it
that way

random
hurt me

assemble me
in your

rhyme
alliteration

big word
about

listen
to taste


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This is imaginary
is always true
everything else
turns out

I have tricks
or I am a trick
or I've been
tricked

into thinking

by evildoers

though I am
slowing down

to where my
imagination
and my
physicality
eat together
sit touching
stay within
arm's reach

for a minute
or two each day

the rest
a slamfest
a wave crest
nothing's best

Feeling blindly along
past my thought
that my eyes are open
when I learned
that I don't really
have eyes

what in search of what
uncertain about the search part too
seems to be happening
here now

and we each have our own
here now

that you are imagining
here now

even this connection
of thought
is an imagined now

I imagine now
I imagine you do too
I imagine you

Everything is now
Everything is new

I must know
what I imagine
deeply

Casting my scenarios
fishing for delight

this terror of life
imagined strife
days on a knife
is only ice
p-poured on your life
these brains dancing
with their songs
with their throngs
imagined hongs
tatong tatong
are you along
for a song for
a longing
you
of you
along
am along
with you
right? Please
tell me          i'm
along

I have a clear place
I drove past it recently
at high speed
and I saw
myself there
driving by
I was going
really really fast
and writing
lines of poetry
at the same time

im an interstitial pistol aimed at your nichel
you know your silken lies are everything to me
timed sequences lie about the future and come close
to everything close to everything is frightening
so i pull in push away close my eyes and say
this is lemon this is grape this right here fate
or was it cake its bad i know to fake all they take
and i don't live in the ****** fight so sorry
you and i wondering where this is going gone
our mind imagines something other than now
and in our disbelief we die all day and drink
the darkness outside of this as if it existed

Scrambling, I assure you,
from a distance
try get over those commas
will ya
I can't find the ****
to whatever this distance

is

and am ambivalent maybe
or not about what not
and
well
you

can this be crossed
is this my shell
clamming up
footing off

snick snick
something is
advancing
subterranean
stranger
I know

Censored

I miss dial tone
it's sonorous
reassurance yes
the world is on

these bars
stepping up and down
when i close my eyes
lose their sooth

the waiting
hum of the world
would carry your
very vibration

down the line
you would own
miles of line
with your tone

there were some
they called
"long lines"
you could say "um"

it seemed
to cross time
and you
were tethered

my voice
driving one
miles long wave
rising and falling

across rivers and lands
to someone, me feeling
as if my own sound wave
could nibble on their ear

i don't get the ah
anymore from this
this connectionless
shredder of vibe

For you
Just realized
how much you are in my mind
when I'm writing

I am
writing to you

Or is it for you?

Catching myself
Displaying

you are my muse
I hope the ****

You are paying
attention

*******
call me


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I am always leaving now
skittering in place
I am convinced
by my effort

that I am not
now anymore

a kid
closing his eyes
to not be seen

peeking out
**** now

skittering bolstered chemically
closed eyes
opened unseeing

now without me
unfound

i am only lessened
cursed now
remains unleft

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I create these
things of beauty
to me

That you
dance
about

with scissors
running
at

stop i'm not
a poem
yet

and you're
not
even real.