I am where the wave of me crests
admittance to this piece a cry
of muscle and scrawling knife
ignorant of all 'cept the art
of the sound of the carving
everything there is to hear

This little death
of which you write
capitalizes

exhorts
oh what a distasteful
word

that stabbing
expansion
of fight

i abandon all
these words
here

on this beach
of entangle
us

lying into
supposed leaning
into

poly
syllabic
sheeplyness

i do not
surrender
"it's complicated"

an easy draw
an easy drought
that's draft

i sink
to
here with you

that makes me laugh
catching you
-run-run now

I must catch
myself
falling
I am falling
must catch

Sorry I'm in Rawry
It's closer
To Domino sir
than any neny
save
Martin Henny
Or his Jenny
And they spent
A pretty penny
For a hoser
Up the noser

I've glommed on
to the skin's erie plahn
grow bones and brains
to carry me around and
rub me up aghainst
everiedamnthingahh

I press bullets
into skulls
with fire

Discover myself
holding
my phone

Carefully keying
Gorilla glass
with black photons

they die
in your
eyes

I'm Laughing

Out the back
of your skull
comes nothing

This is so
strangely
satisfying

Caught
in the act
of poetry



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And now I'm in a bowl
it took forever to get here

Amongst the silly humans
fumbling about
these parts
is

this heap
this leap
this unfairly fashioned
female sweet

who's presence
Burns like the
certain sun








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I would like the world to change
to suit me

I would like you to change
to please me

I would like me to change
to accept this

Don't fight the change

This book
This book is a saw
This book saw you
Cut in half
this book cut thru
You in half
Das book this book
Saws and hammers
A paper cut kingdom
of slits with dirt
in syllables of skin
Skint paper spelling
This book drumming
Out of ear shot
Just wailing away
On the skins
Of November
Stopping no season
No chapter
No having
to put out myself
At book club
to things

This relentless throb
pushing awake again
{pause} loading old {} from past
snooze i don't want to get up to this
snooze i have to get up
*** this
dredging of rightness

the geolocation of where
slathering and soothing

I have an outfit for thought
it looks marvelous swept

it does a backflip off a bridge
lands cleverly spread out

this unending hunger leads
no matter what you make up

breakage always occurs in aisle 9
always there's a curve waiting

I wrestle the morning
and the night before to a standstill

smiling i {} deeply
exiting what

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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Until now
experts
had no evidence
of your existence
however
be assured
you have since
interacted
with these
entangled photons
and you are now
not unknown
but remain
mysterious
you're welcome

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 have wide ranging
stupidities
and unsupervised
fantastic ideas
dancing with
confusing urges

just another sign
thee entrained vibe
originated
from a string pulled
and a call made
so other is unmade

your interaction here
your entanglement
if you are dancing
somewhere with vowels
spelled out aye aye
is preluded after all

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

Transaction:
You are how?
I am good
You  thanked
Feeling Feeling
Grateful
Full
of gratitude
Full
of it must be
and it never

is it ever
ever

nah it is always
past
as this point

out of
     frame
     grasp
     here
     time

finishes arrive
arguing
amongst themselves
no one wants
to start

even the moment
has an opinion
opining in a rushed
whisper
that we should
and we should
now

wants  filled
almost anything
will do
and you

this far in the spin
enough to desire
dizzification

my Monday-ne
smeared
into glittering
what's that

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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