How is this wash
of those already
over me
a catapult
or how
could it be
a wave that
throws me
somewhere
every time
laughs

Bang a slang gang
I have to rhyme a crime
cram a frambe' hey
big brain in a sleigh
what is a frappe
anyway
say
I have
to hey

I'm down here
tapping away

All we knew
how to do
was be
lyrical

Well I hoped I'd see
u

Hoped I

much much

much hope

it is a crashing in

all out

clangor

hoping you'll ignore my wishes

I'm still banging
my head
off of your death
as if

The clatter
of a cup
in a saucer
put down on
a table
scrape clunk
slip click
i close my eyes
to hear the
stirring inside
and i smell
my mother's
awful instant
coffee tang
I will make
a cup of coffee
and set it on          
my table
the eyes
that see me
that saw me last
were uncertain
and still we had
a cup and both
rattled

Living in the poem of tonight
its hourly calamitous shebogging
of seconds delicious and sizzling
and no one sees this smile save
everyone within this entangleverse
smudging a moment with self

And then it became clear
The Id
Manifesting

Like a donkey
Braying

Hello
May I get you tea?

Unexpectedly
Agreeing to terms

Up
Something is

Squirming
Self

Chaff
Flares



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This sip
of the firehose
will be the one

I can tell
by the feel
as it courses

I have on
one sock
my left

the language
has changed
again

hasn't it
this means
that

again
and I'm swimming
I think

upstream
by the lessening
scent of you

It seemed so much clearer in the shower
What is that power?




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I am aching in ignorance
and the connectedness
stays my indolent callous
regard
of
you

the song is telling me
that singing
together
is more than
the song

and that everything
dies
should even
die singing
I hesitate
endorsing

this
hazard this
new verse
about flowers
discordant purple
to pearl white

Clear signals
happen
when this side
of your ears
is quiet

This screen glows too brightly
in this darkened quieted hour
it dominates the room and the mood
has its own aura a smeary haze surround
what hearth is this illuminates my walls
what stone drains heat deep into its core
in this bright liquid display of tomfoolery
the violence of scalded and running oh language
hides in a metaphor running like a scalded dog
from this nits this bits of brightness
not darkened enough by this content
i am sunning or am i running or am i
looking for another syllable to fit this spill
sought after illumination runs from  your
practiced sight your mistaken desire to opine

Scopatamus bursting through a crease a confrontation
in that which cannot be folded or unfolded or even
smoothed out with the heel of  your hand to suit
a need which is coincidentally an opening in a band
playing on an instrument a nightmare really to play
filling that feeling full of notes and hoping some land
and yet all are played aren't they even tho u don't
love them like you know you as if you know you and
something under hoping when you know you don't
wondering if you could be quiet here quiet here

Methinks and then rinks
just to be unwrinkinkable

This is to the
rest of me
not you since
let me restate that
you and your crowd
are welcome to watch

This is to the rest of me
most of me
all the me beneath me
as if I were a bird
soaring of course
over my own landscape

that seems to not perturb
well me
that this writer is okay
with being seen
as a gull perhaps
working wind

the speech I want to give
to me
is too mundane to write
it's ok to be alone
or is that
just me

that being a crowd
which is ok now
look it up
ikr
what does this make
of alone

other at my highest level
requires letting go of us
do you see the level of kidding
of myself is going on here
to disguise clumsy being
hurt while looking out

This is sweet torturous time
waiting for you
To get here
To come to me
To be mine
Unbelievably
Oh there's the door

Arm out, hand open
to you

Is it welcome?
Am I a threat?

Do you feel
you must

stand your ground?

On your face
is that a genuine smile?

Are you careful here?
Do you outright doubt?

I say "hello."
What's that look?

There's some conclusion
you took

How did you color
and texture my limb?

How did you tone
my hello?

You hear you
and I am not

even close
to the thing in your head

Writing this
sound
down
in there

In your voice
not mine

Not sure
I like it

This muddied
voice
of ours.



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did they all just want
a life
they could pause
and relieve themselves
maybe
get some popcorn
an' come back

Comfortable with a shift
I am light
fitting about in small clarities
each of a color
nearer night or dawn
depending

and this mini-series of decay
a single barb on a small rose
exhausting itself on the sleeve
of a thin blue shirt in spring
and just a bit of my right arm
see it exalting at my drawback

I have seen a day pulled from time
with crashing disjunctures
broken seconds cutting indiscriminately
we are so viciously small
at this end of being
serial

and i am listening into orifices of wonder
wavering memories in memories of ink
easier with the current of the cool
ever darkening lightening skies
as they charge themselves with a day
while i sleep


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I'm strung across moments
happened happening to happen
timelines bleeding into comics
crayons more than sufficient
to capture the complexities
of the flag which is a knot
in tissue as are you knot

of slippery warm nerves
singing now out of dots and dashes
degrees of charge potential
you feel the calcium dissipate
recorded and carries away
this bloodstream this  grip

on fluid desirous
desultory time
moments competing to be now
land it
instantly confused by applause
give way

you giving way
no there's nothing here
strung to anyone
your connectome
escapes each swallow
and welcomes company

The bard
in his cups
talks to me

Thee knoweth
not the heart

I'm yawning
It's so late
He's always here
At this
Complicated hour

Of putting off
putting down
putting in

Surrender waits
on the cool side
of my pillow

Surrender
and jasmine

I sprayed.


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This thing I face
a condition
of seeing myself
always at risk

its this fight
to not be
at risk
that drives

I reread
these lines
am bored
with my

Score one for the universe
it asked me a question tonight
and an impossible fantasy
came true right here in my home

I said yes

Agreed to somethings

The agents of the universe arrived

My dogs loved them

It is looking for a way out
or maybe that is a way in
past the wheel of know
spinning and even spanning

Crack the skin

of sorrow swirling

see confetti flying

in every direction

This clever operating system
of a background noise rooted
in us that bears us as fruit
likes to be beautiful for us

i have a shocking

smile full of time

lifting my face

of its own accord

The heart of conflict
Might always be
Your conflicted heart

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Combinatorials of aromatics
defenestrations of passings
can you smell them leaving
this pronage this patron age
descending from upending
I am arranged by mr chaos
He hangs out with mr coffee
Trip over me and fall down
onto infinite is dom to find

Barely holding to consciousness
water dribbling down my chin
got to get this line roughed in

Analog tech
On two legs

Usually

Actin' all binary

Misunderstanding primary

Oh the degree
to which
simplicity
helps and hurts

Do what keeps you on the continuum
longer term
or get a solid
footing then


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i hate this rude world
this brutish slapping of meat
sound

of get

of ear-closed certainty

wet slapping gives way to tearing
and gobbling

my head the last part
capitulates and can't swallow

mesmerizing this engulfing
almost love of me as dinner
i feel your satisfaction
of going on

I'm not admitting to extending time
Or the correlary sensation
Of Thursday
Next

To some small thing
wriggling

squirming twixt
ears

an'

emenation fronting
as Writ Large

vibe please

when i lose
my mind
and my time
i'm happy
at this silence
and i drink
more
to make sure
i stay
down

i don't
have cuffs
for not wrists
twists
of lips
to say this
shifts

cooking down
a thickened
beef with life
to a single
cry

why have
i lost
my time
in my
mind

waits
and measures
thinlyness
to avoid
stuck alone

the
unavoidable
just not
like

so many that's
sorry
i died there
nicely tho

The legends of our lives
are aging with us

The forces that conspired
to shape us

Wither in light borne
from our minds

And this day is a page
with corner afire

Turning from here
to you there

Is costing clouds
of tomorrows

Slashing the budget
of serendipity

shrinking your next
possibility

to this point
of your famous

thing you do
to be you

You live just
for sympathy

seen this
acted out

over forty
years

end in
blacktop

learn to ****
sympathy

'for it
..


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I found out about small sounds
and even quiet mutterings
how they convey connection
with your peeps

Counted 94 reads
why does that make
me so happy

I'm counting on gravity
If that stops working were *******

On the other end of the spectrum
I'm not counting on you to read to the end of this poem you lazy judgmental *******.



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I wrenched in the panels of time so tightly not a second could Escape
I dropped into the seat and slammed forward the lever of knowing
I kicked out the pins on remembering
Everything's coursed through
The feeling was magnificent
Nothing was retained
Or improved
It was simply and profoundly
Made worth it

Turgid depths of flower arrangements
batter against sense of time passing
boundaries

No longers que up for finishing
Offer themselves dejectedly
sullen

Another body hits the floor
Everybody goes on about
Their Business

What is your containment plan
For this Radioactive Hardon
I have for you

Everybody can see it
In my eyes
Not to mention yours

I know this makes no sense
You rarely do
punk

Right there
I slipped the package
of crackers into the cabinet
and I remembered
doing this before
when the girls
were here
and I had a family
here
crackers

I am a skin floating
inflated by pretense
unseen unpromising
reaching for cabernet
pouring in unfettered
coursing of sound
I abound here

Preaching agin myself
being both sides
Can u feel
the patheticness
the clench
a constriction
the hollow
caves you in

I'll trade this 2am
sploding
this ascendant binge
this holding open

Skin I pass against
sings sometimes
I wonder
at my sensual dishevelment
of sheets
lattices of caress
cascade

This cavalcade
this spectacle
staged live before
my very eyes

begs a listen
grasping a feel
of yesterday's ****
throbbing Robin
flying

and you are similar
only a simulation
my idea of a reader
squirming at the bar
sitting on heat
needing used

Wondering at
the trenches we've dug
to be filled in

the anger over
not being
smiled at
by you

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Scalped seconds course my spine
this is me realizing your lies
memories rewritten in another light
feeling and parts chopped from them

Fits
All fits
Blinded


Writes itself doesn't it looping
like a serpent

I don't want to write
I am its servant

And did anyway
'splain that
Spanky

I convince myself
of freedom
& joy

Inhaling as I am
cries of vestigial
fins

Slicing thru epochs
of scrabble
time

Placentas abound
promising
sun

Not I'm not
off the track
& back

Look in your
mirror
mete

the echo
of which
you crest

Either I
Or the day
Came crinkle cut

More
Surface

Area
Than
Smooth
Cut

I digress
Into those
Crispy crevices

Catchers
Of salt
And seasoning

Do you mix
Well
Do you

A crunchy
Verticy
Submits

Masticating
To great
Satisfaction

This
Fryn'
Day



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there is just this one
i am missing now
long brown-reddish hair
down her back as she looks
at me over her shoulder
like a sun that likes me

Is it time to go to bed
some of you remain
banging around in my head
and I'd like you to be dead

On edge
Time is a paper thin
moment
of transformation
A blade containing
our expanding 'verse
you and every galaxy
like you blinking
at our thinness
in the slimness
of now

What is erasure
I wonder blankly
clenching 'gainst
your fetid opinion

living in my forearms
reluctant
blankenship
syrup of life
over time

I'm crushing the notion
of superposition
into whine

Of days hanging
on a clothesline
fluttering

in some breeze
carrying the scent
of high

its the
explanation
of the day

thank gods
and universes
for scents

flattened
minutes
haunting me

like the feared
forgetfulness
look away

look away
simply
look away

God I'm a crust
I think
Considering my behavior earlier

reading
Jamadhi Verse

Broke
on some hard heart

Not knowing
Not knowing
as if knowing
helped

family is together
just not me

uninvited
ah the power u have

to break this heart
is ******' awesome