I just want
Some of now

Some peace can be had
here

I assure the grain of the table
on which I write

Music even
to go with

A scratching i wish
was another's hand



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I'm back
in this Oh'etry
space
eyes closed
mind down
in my spine
pawing at

When you slide your hand
over their skin softly
in disbelief

I am bringing darkness in vibration
glowering like microphone feedback
during a eulogy or the thoughts you have
for some people in this world, not some poets
sideways via correction helpful sweet correction
the taking of a wisp of life and you feel a little shudder
wonder and shake your head no its

a lurching among
******* of tomorrow
hemorrhaging milk
for the cameras

what feeds
across these fields
of anything and everything
blooming in desperate questions
following a kiss

always following a kiss
is us
our certainty of arriving
thus
in a fuss all parts
a muss

this entrail of greazy
grimy
this entreaty of groovy
grinning

my favorite bit
from my favorite
episode was this
where they all
never changed

i just wanted to be
them
for 23 minutes
minus ads
plus plus plus

catching up
you think to this
elusive pixel
sized mind
writing half

and i fly
this flight
and you and i
become right
and this something
lands

What's end these syllables
and all is infinite for any
ripple
halving its way to you
closer always
closer
this pair
this lonely pair
of almosts
satisfied the sound plays
between becoming

Something's traveling north along my spine
My Consciousness has parked itself

As it thinks it's been trained to do
And is positioned waiting

This idea of a Wednesday comes unbound
and is unstoppable

when it's Tuesday 11:19pm
and I lay down to its steam

gathering flatness combined
with acute awareness of avoiding

Oh this stolen time
Practicality is starved
The obvious occluded
By bulging worry
Oh what u must think

And u and u and u
so many of you
how many lost
here in my thoughts

Ringing what
Is that ringing
Alarming as all
Get out

There is another train heading south soon
carrying images of something inflaming

I can't carry you any further than this
No, no one knows to warn anyone

Ya find yer way or i' fines u

Heavily, you pay with your life
fir this time reading lines


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I've run out of sober
and am left
with inebriated

Sober, what art thou
I'm wondering
with Sarsaparilla

To a tee
I fit
some feeling

And it isn't
the one
you think

It's closer
to one
you drink

with sunshine
I am
slaking

Sometimes you're a poet

Sometimes you're just
hammered and wailing

Sometimes
you're funny

Sometimes I can't tell

Which I like
Best



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As I   am harvested
on the company farm
while the farmer crows
I am hired on at
the harvestation
to package myself
earn employee
of the month
in the hours
before shipment
I am promised
'tis written
in the disclaimer
to not have to
consume myself
and inhabit
that column

I tread here ever so lightly
while blood throbs in my head
I arch up a vibe and keyboard

Plank
after plank
hammering
down
the
page

A gnawing never
weighs them sparse

to hollow diz
jointed

scars



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Let's write this darkness
into pseudo ink
and grab the useless
pen eraser
to take it up

keep on driving
i told her
my doors
are locked
undone

the news
of being
alone
encircles
its avoidance

and i cry alone
blaming
a movie
a commercial
so right

Sornyom Ah nisbaum
anabow muh hannem
you are welcome here

Leave this alone
indelibly burned
onto the fragile
crystalline film
of my pride

Passing a poem
Oo ah oo oh ahh

Sorry, I feel
sorry and shame
Sorry, I feel
guilt, sorry
I am so
embarrassed
I feel guilty
and ashamed
sorry sorry
sorry
i go

Just hit me
this consciousness drop
out
I am gone
falling against the wall
props fail
no

these keys are
hard to push
down

into meaning
except the s
it sticks
from wine spilt
regretfully

slurping cabernet
sorry

finished

My life is
a bunch
of half-done
abandoned things
like

It's these breakaways
The **** brakeaparts
Un puttogethers

We've exchanged enough
I'm full to hear
Of you

Unevenly said
So unsaid and
Living askance ourselves

Holds us together
Longer
Stability is gritting it out

Can explode to breakaway
take me away I quit
So there

To you
Across
The new divide

Did galaxies
Once love
Each other

Is that why
They accelerate
Away?

As I
Accelerate
From you

A drawing away
A thinning
To skin

Then nought
Of that sweet firmament
tween us

New story
When Distance
Is healthy

I flee
To see
Not thee

Clutching us
Like a mummy
unwrapping hisself

You don't have time to read this
I'm not even taking the time to write it
I've let it fall this way consciously haphazardly
no, more like half-consciously self-titillating-ly
see if you can say that last word a few times
without smiling because I sure can't

So this alone thing
and I
are rationalizing
our way to peace

No one
to pull
the sheets
from

Feel that rise up
gut clench
all the sheets I want
reality

Become a being
unseeing
in a crevasse
uncertain

I was
just
there
what happened?

to an accepted shadow
an ok-i-fied fit
about ever
I wonder

Wandering down
another ragged edged
set of lines
to here's return

this is a me ness
without
being
occupied

still furtive
and petulant
even
rebelling 'gainst naught

life not
playing against
hmmm
playing off?

Some small thread
of ruination
pulls
at me

Time strung
with adjectives
is dejected
I need adverbs



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I broke into
where I save
my soul

Had to have
that inner
gold

Sould into
I expect
denial

No way to get away from music
as you are music playing
though not necessarily well

the string of your moments
the sound of the deep dark background
quavering at different scales

stars even inevitably changed
by the sound of you being
an instrument sounding

you change like a pendulum
as it reverses its mind again
zinging toward right in now

on the very same canvas
properly stretched entanglement
is amused and hides my smile

Soundels bounce through my brain
would be phonons bundled
as e-m release and waves of taste
shudder thought-land to a stop

I can feel the network separate itself
conveying for the most part pride
become clear and even self
we see each other as us

This old thing smiles at being noticed
spreading warmth gives away its scope
What is this chorus of sense's writers
imposing naughts?
Haught?

This is the sound of the thoughts that go round and round and bring you down

Lips are painted
running
in a todo

Pursing and waiting
against a hand back
of doubt

Turn it off
this acclaim
this applause

Notes out
sounding
fantastic

I am yours
in
this

oh but the click
when u click
clickity click
click click
it's a hit
isn't it
as if u
clicked
into place
snik

Me and
this package
of oyster crackers
are out for a good time
hoping
for a passionate
tearing open
and a hot wet
dunking
before
being engulfed
and swallowed

I know I'm toeing
a line somewhere
I'm a good boy

I wish I knew
what led
to the scent
of you
the taste
of you

I need to smell
that sharpness
it isn't attractive
its you

I need to taste
that sharpness
while you arch
it isn't tasty
******
its you
its' the flavor
of you
its I get to
taste you

So used to crying alone
as I am now

Sobbing, sorry
this life, these deaths

evoke

I'm ok with wracking

all the knowing
thin

breathing is labored

snorting to breathe

rocking in my chair

rubbing the tears
into my eyes
saltly stinging snorting

wipe

something folds down
on time
as if you were light
and i was dark

and blinking is filmmaking
when you are the star

reverse this into that
get then

when we thought
we were more than
a bleeding edge
in time


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There is t his space
and i don't understand why
and across it is everyth ing i want
\
between narrow *** nows up at it
an' cowed collared up laters bailin' out
i am always dissonant *** awkward
\
unsound gets an involuntary look away
from here a bandon this space
i'm looking away looking away again
\
space making person for rent or lease
gaps aplenty await you and yours
go ahead talk first

Open a window and I climb in
ramble ing  a round sensi bility
comfy couches and lounges for languid
living in ness of our green scre ene set
a fracturing system of extension cracks further
into knowing more or less of more or less
nearby d is t ant choices synchronize now don't they
simple rests and

land ** shore is evident and we are lost
being ******
certainty of  what you are thinking
pulls it together doesn't it
sound like you opining like an engine
spitting

I want to celebrate
an enormous
personal achievement

except its in a space
viewed differently
as if in & out of water

bifu rcation reigns
or its attempts
scramble to clumps & sides

the protease of exaltation
of two count 'em two
denouements penetrated

every author writing writes
such endings enchanted
with weak light indeterminate

This microphone of time
listening and laughing
up on you
piling things
any things
it can find
to see
what
fire
produces


fire encapsulated
in

I am whistling
you would like it

I am
he hesitates
honesty

he swallows
a drink

of this now
half hidden

*******
too right

do right
by

a song of seasons
of small thinking

ensues and we
wait again

however hundred
years

make clear
death

from lack
of poetry

ensues breath
*******
brazen attempts
at plurality



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I'm just searching for a poem amongst
what are these things in our minds
we search amongst?
Inordinance rules
'gainst the mental wilderness
and you know is a wet sound
and you
the disguise
opines
as these lines unwind going
back round behind things
i know
i know your game
taste taste like some
syllabic fly

In what direction should I sing
what will, your radiance, bring
now
this sun who in a pique shade
shutters herself from my serenade

Atttractive eople oing
attractive things
lead us until
the hardening of the way
to be broken
crusting the new way
hard and broke
grinning tiime swallowing
and still saying now
the other shore
snuffling wav es
sounding

I've recently become
less than a less than a
less than a
grain as a galaxy
one in two
to six
trillion of them
has become less than a
trillionth of all
and I compared
to a galaxy
am small enough
to be free even if
we are voices
of these stars

I think I'm sprankling along
this is a conflagration
of sprite and tank and ling
this girl I know like *****
a conflatulation I made up
Starting now on demand
every episode stops midway
and looks at you and asks
if you would like to buy
insurance and what
do you have to ensure
against inflation, and water
since you can't come clean
even against time and its kind

There is this marble
rolling and stopping

and there were
curves and reverses

on the way
to stopping

and the marble
hoping for more

I'm steaming
out of run
and it the sun
'at has its grip
'at's havin' its fun

Sputtering
just may be
our true
achievement

Relentlessly
storing
an'
sputtering

Spluging onto
time
eating away
at the future
like acid etching

Do you?
Do you burn?
Do you burn for anything?

Spill your days
in this gutter
be runoff

Set afire
a picture
of life
against
inert dimensions

Hit and fall
fruitlessly
against a wall
become stronger
sharpened
feel the edge on your lips

This
you know
which one
un reveals
your ***** humanity
your willingness
your sympathy

turn a *****
find you
in this happy
horror
aging in disbelief
moi

the lucky few
reliquary of
character
**** plot
living against
the inevitable
flip flop

living in nonsense
like queens
on melting film
passing light
all that remains
pressing forward

into or
against or
dragging
a frame
an instance
this one
this entanglement

those are my pants
no I don't see
where
your *******
went
and am so ok
with that

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we keep hoping
they break
into
reasonableness

they don't
they fill out
form
and space

numbness
lies in success
that leapt
against your skin

thrown out
and rising

I can hear the echoes of everything
in anything
with my heart full to brimming
always with tears

I make a lump of that sticky roll-of-day
snagged inside
by sounds coming from outside
I don't under

And I keep swallowing it swallowing down
coughing it up
making sounds no one should make
I am under

Impressions so many impressions under
silhouettes loud
with opinions just like yours
we are under

Stood for a moment in a maelstrom of all
rushing along
light racing for darker-ness
all asunder

I hate satellites
Comets I would scrub

Asteroids
are their own reward

Black
Holes

Say
No
More

You cannot
safely

Consider
a nebulae

It's size
you cannot realise

Why try
this instead

the arc
of a sigh

the passing
of the sky

how much
meaning

in toasted
Rye

I get
A quantum high

off the curve
of your thigh

Love asstronomizing
your constellation
of elation
until starburst


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these losings
the taken
away

these longings
the hoping
they'd stay

these evenings
the keyboard
with me

these efforts
the spilling
of time

these moments
the laughing
of stars

I exploded
On the scene
And people mostly
Stepped around
The Goo

Here we go
Poets
Here we go

There's a left brained
world out there
needs righting

A discoloration
on all our hearts

Guilt
from the golden age
of **** tomorrow's
I'm not listening
I don't have to

The illusory I
meets the web of life
in our time.

Plinkers of words
with long tenuous connections
to hearts

Plink harder

This willingness
to think
under things

This willingness
to lay aggression
in beautiful lines

This refusal
to not be
*****

This refusal
to not
monkeying around

This quiet play
This finding our way
This Am i ok?

This is our work
This is our play

Now get out there and poesy

Time for this part
of all of us
to get unlost



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