I have to say - well
I
Would like to say
Something about it

Cause I keep thinking
I mean, it's sorta like if maybe
If maybe I slipped and never landed

Sort of like a back lot
Like out behind the city
Away from any eyes

Sort of like a crack
Like the tiniest dark gap
An eye that isn't

Sort of like I just can't
A million miles underneath the deepest charted cave
Just behind the clouds
Details I've already forgotten
Pictures I'll never finish remembering
An expanse; a smear; a nebula

A disconnect. Eyes to mind to
I need to talk to you

A lineage of littoral etchings
Grandfather's preserved retchings
Mildew in a bottle
Sent up from below

Masses of midnight kelp
Thoughts we couldn't help
Just beyond the shallows
A hook not long forgotten

Here the moldy bait dangles
Writhes and twists and tangles
The water watches what we will not
Our ancestors' iron line

The seaweed will snare, encircle, and fetter
Our own blood will rust and tether
In murk down below, amongst marine snow
And then we won't remember

Where?
What?

Just the wind. Just the window, thrown open to let the dark in.
It scatters the scattered papers.

Writing with my face in my sour hands.
Sisyphean, or something.
Shall I pretend I know mythology?
Shall I pretend I know my flaws?

The kindly woman said there is no right answer
So everything's wrong
And what's left?

Talents and cues
And social truths and
Relations and a trillion views
And still my head hurts

The wind's striking my window some more
Just take the cold and rub it in why don't you?
Why do I put up with it? Because it's here.
Because it's here and my head hurts.

There are the chimes - crying as they do
You might know the sound or maybe not
And my keyboard's stained with sweat - does that make sense?
The keys are all smudgy, you know? Don't you?

But there's the cold.
You all know the cold, right?
You know what it's like in the wind?
What it feels like for your head to hurt?

And then, you know how the wind sometimes lulls?
How it briefly calms itself?
But still my head hurts.