What vies
to be our
blood stream

our signal
out of the
"that direction"

bits of dysfunction
speed to you
unhindered

like sandwhiches
oh i like
them

of meaningless
to celebrate
a dog's greeting

Vies is only because
numbness
arrived in time

I am unsettled
as this enables
that

and this
is miss
ing

and that
is a mess
ing

When no one is
available

We find a place
to put it

A place to
get it

Can get bent
for it

Belonging is the
weapon

we too often
wield

I've been in this fantasy with the rest of you
but i'm done with it
we've made raisins of our selves
with imaginary son light

we have now connected to the point
of coordination
the cinematic moment arrives now
shrug, off each others

caveman explanation of blood
without mercy
we've no time anymore for your
designs of ecstasy

to hold each other means
******* out
the crap we made up
to feel better

when we were terrified
last night
when we woke up
this morning

Something else
in some short wave
carrying now
finally

I am looking forward
to everything
anything
something
oh that thing
yeah yeah yeah

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

Did you feel it?

'Round about 11:37pm
Eastern

Last night

I was rebroadcasting
This enormous grin

This joyous
Guffaw

This hoot
And hollar

A small
Connection

Causing
And releasing

A death star sized
Blast of joy

You had to feel it

It was
Just after
She left

When I
Could think
Again

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Today
And got mostly nothing back
Crickets

Sat in the hospital
listened to dementia bable
Smiling and nodding along
crying laughing

Sitting home
Writing poetry

U know
What I'm doing really

Anchoring, grasping
Hooks of neurons
Reaching
Across the stage of embarrassment

Pull me off this stage

Unh

No

I'm past that




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I am made of fabric
to easily snagged

I resign
from yesterday
and
keeping things
at bay
imagining
today

I saw a thing
and had a thought
that was kind
Or not

And I am
that thought

For good
Or naught


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I have exited my head
to, admittedly, another part
of my head, a better one
this time and here
is why

I see the confusion underneath all of these hanky-panky love poems

(Our characters: You, I, them)
(Our sets: love, want)

You want love and
I want you

On odd
numbered days

On even
numbered days

You want me
is interfering
my wanting
them

On odd numbered
weeks

We all pretend
we don't want
anything
ha

Or as needed

In the remainder
we are
a hot mess

Many do
sadly
leave the kitchen

Never leave the kitchen

It,
the kitchen,
will give you
that fine textured finish
we so admire

with its infinite recipes
for want and love
to satisfy need

What line would follow the previous, fellow poet, for you? All the things that fought in my heart for that space quailed.

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Having never seen
the next line

Is there
a deeper Darkness
Or
Is there
a deeper Lightness
waiting?

Abscesses of our minds
not withstanding

What hole
thing
R u?

Wavering in the light
pixelated weak

R u carried
or do you stand?

Is there
an edge
to be had

Or is it
just an occupation
from which
to distract us

and see
tear filled acts
of confusion
celebrated

clearly we are
winning
our game
to be righteous

Which is
to lose
and somehow
win over time

Unerasable blues
and salt
seeds of continuous
self-doubt

Potato chips
to dark fasting
Crayons to an
iron radiator

Socks to a nebulae
clenched in birth
is a song
radiating

We are the deeper
folds
respected by fabric
aficionados

Creases in everything
shape themselves
on our tongues
in our emanations

We are the shore
climbing for awhile
to the land
then back to the sea

We are the circle
almost back
skip that illusion
lean into the swing

Break into another
beaker of stinking next
pour it on yourself
suffer early and often

this continuity
a lie in a lie
in a genre
you choose

for breakfast
crunchy
is how
you prefer





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I zoomed my browser
so I could see your face
clearer

My heart is thin
and wanting
succor

Your face fills the place
of hunger
for beauty

I am lost on lips
over teeth
rivet

My flesh to the screen
my loneliness
sinks

Trembling arises
my bones
accept

I streak through your life
perhaps unnoticed
if you were looking into
their eyes

I shouldn't be
noticed

Unless
Your hungry
big brain has spare
cycles

you rent to
being unnerved

read your way
I'm a bit part

vaguely printed
on a look back

what was that

a bill for phony fun
with phony ponies

colorful characters
arise with detailed
arguements

convincing you
to look away
from this fullness

Remember it
after planting
before being eaten
or left to wraught in some field


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The back towards me
wanting me to know
I am not any longer
here

the last swallow of me
a claim of ambivalence
on rectification
surrendering a wrong

math of mouthing words
cosigning acerbity
as if as if
i know you understand

my friend
this remaindering
when the game
is afoot

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

And then I don't

After all
not mom's or daddy's
or, to politician's chagrin,
the state's

**** yourself now
would be more helpful
to us
than not understanding that
fundamental

Lost on the whole
when the whole
is not under threat
is the threat
of sleeping to death

Wake
a memoriam to the death
of ignorance

And you women
are being freed
to want

openly

be wanton
openly

It's ok
we love that
now



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It looks like
I've gotten

all the poetry
I'm going to get

Out of you

Else
Would be angry lines

I
now discard


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Parts of me are wailing
I cut them off
to live here with you
since I was born here
I didn't have much choice
Get along

Over time, as I became older
I realized how much
has been cut off
we have to accept
to be a part of home
gritting girls

What is boiling here
has always been boiling
against your dense
insulating narrative
in defense of which
you cannot feel

anything but righteous
a feeling I know I feel
when I am powerful
and wrong wronging
it's just that this was
something else it was
survival, just isn't anymore

This slipping away
Starts with a
just let go

Or is it the
nevermind
doesn't matter

Not worth it
again

And I wonder about the math of payback
given entropy anyway

The distraction of value
And achievement

What crawls through these Notions
And ends up being us

Confused in the theater
of life
While everyone experiments
With shouting the word
fire

And I'm a liar
in time
Believing in you
Reaching for you
Patting you on the back
Looking for your eyes
I need what's in them

To feel

And you know me
now

Recognize the same
Oscillation
of haunt
uncertainty
and need

bleed the lines
of pressure
maybe bear down on it
less
today

Just nervous
this day will pass
without us

connected 2 it


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I keep wanting to describe a sound
its this big and this wide and it
makes me go oh drawn out
does this convey that to you

Look my way, yes that's right
how did you know to look here
you think you can't see me
its as if your eyes are knives

When were you here before
was i here too did we talk
i can never remember almost
I can hear you whisper to come

solipsist popsicle in time
cool as james bond stirred
not shaken by this revelation
oh do turn that volume down

I have frightened myself
with this title

I didn't say
what I had in mind

when I gave it
Now I find it fraught

and I know
I ought not

use pressure language
on poets

dismissive all
yet

a word spring-loaded
with flatulence

has gone off
like a firecracker

in a 9 year old's hands
powerful

wringing of things
broken

by mean old life
and I say

It is time
Is a cheap high

and I need it
to get by



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Assert your

Cut the world
to fit
Your pa pa pattern

that u don't
is another

Stuff sells
stuff
We hand ourselves
cache

Ring up pride
in bonership
god I am so cool

live
I think
in a ridiculous
story

selling yourself
as old hat
new fresh
whatever
gets eyes

in a brimming
economy

these kids
capping attitude
with
Faux wiz

know they are dead
floating on the
salt lake
of thought out
and carefully
planned
fucthat

chaos is strange
not random

I am attracted
to your

awareness
your head shaking

Your acceptance of our superiority's
gouging bill

tucked in the pocket
of a good idea

this afternoon waits
with tea

we don't have
time for

the fault lies
in the leaves

we take away
the arming
of the next breath

to condemn
the bugs

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I've a check-mark to make
satisfyingly
checked

done it
i say
almost carved

touch your
finger
to your lips

that sensation
of absence
of other

need
capitalizes
itself

even if it was
i liked

at an angle
bounced

high on that
even if

i liked
this this

spaghetti's
sauce

this this
isn't amen

land it
this atmospheric

won't catch even if

I wish humans were
actually human
I wish I did not see
children die
on tv
How do you
yes you
allow men
to play
these deadly

And I stop
I wish
for less
testosterone
for less
how dare you
for less
serious belief

Blend me from the blood
or I will attack
something
anything different
I am poised

I wish
I wasn't

why does it hurt
just there
when I press in
like this

...Three horns
...You
Say sumpem

The matches are gone

it's this wicked wind
carrying away
every last moment

Today's rocky outcrop
burnished at sunset
with a coppery light

I rub my chest
and stomach
calming them

warming them
between coughs
I've inhaled

I took out my edge
and carved up that
time of ours

seeing endings
everywhere
I start trippin'

Do you know which one
*** no I'm in two states
neither of them conducive
to answering you sincerely

Remember
everything
is loosely based
on reality

To you this missive
speeds with
venom

It is your judgement
of your moments
upon which
you hang
or not

I've run out of the space I had
to get going to get up to speed
and the ramp the ramp I ran up
it ended it ended before I wanted
it to end

I want to tell you how serious I am
about this poetry
sip, drag

It is everything to me to have this
medium of meant
sip, drag

Chaired and fed popsicles I rant
left speaker right
sip, drag

It's as if I was flying a kite
skipping, light
sip, drag

And everything I said
was right
sip, drag

Before I turnout the light
on not right
sip, drag

I want you to know how
you fit in
sip, drag

Your conjectured
existence
sip, drag

Exhale the whole thing
understanding
and all

so let me be clear
about vagueness

I'm sipping wine
and memories it appears
with each administration
elicitations of other sips arise
and I am a ghost in a winery
with a girl I can't remember
it is the sip connecting time
this inclusion in me of red
and I really can remember

On the heap of fools you go
I am so
u chose away chose away
almost every time
came back for a dime
almost every time

These fools
writing hard
oh you're one

skint by days
inexpensive
brandless

wishing to be
victrola
just known

as a song
playing
on us

fat
fleshy
instruments

un-played
and
soundless

You should
love me

That  you don't
is every
human's

horror yet
you don't
love me

because
because because
you know how this goes

i vociferously
unlove ick you
just look

I found an idgit
living my life
too comfortably
to be good
for me

I'm resisting pursuing
or pursuing resisting
so fast I got here
somehow
and it's still
now

between shoulda
and gonna
is notta
**** thing
now

Just tell me
how much
i have to pay you
to love
my poetry

please

It appears
i've decided

2 b btr
'n this





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

What is pouring out this man's mouth?

Soupy
Goopy
Whoopy
Who
ing

Blue
ing

Just
Something
To do
ing

Gallooping
with gluons
Leave your
**** quarks
behind

Kapow
the word
of the day
today
that's all
Ahm sayin'

Exuberant
was the watchword
of the week
I watched the universe
bring it up repeatedly

and then today
and then today
and women
Ah know
my kryptonite
and I am


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The addings up
of things
haunts me
sums
of self
laughable
laughably
accumulat
ed
late
er
it will make
cents
and you I will
be ringed out

This adjustment I make
today
to the universe

shouldn't affect you
at all


still there
see
i told you

i know
you'll make
your own

back
at me


hmmm
i think
i felt that