in this pool
of my ablations
i turn my face
to warming
vibrations
what in
a shallow pool
rolls its white
underside
up in hope

Some days I am swimming,
most days I am sinking.
There is never a day where I
can simply just float.

About you
not about me
About you
not being
about me
About you
me being
always
About you
caressing
ahead
for you
while you
you
you

me fleeing
about you

And then
there are
these things
called words
oh my

I want my lollipop
don't you
This line sponsored by
the feel of my sleeve
the style of my attitude
I am conquering things
here
and I want you to cheer
me on

Soberly waiting
as if puzzle pieces
are being shaken
and they fall
into place

They will fall
into place
though few
might agree

The shortening of things
a constriction
of couldn't
say

while I wrestle away
from any target
the broad side of the barn
I love missing
is here

Murky almost
poetry
spurks from
my mind
I am inclined
to not mind
as I accrete
skid marks
in sticky time

I went to write
or rant
or rescue
or change
electrons
somewhere

The grip is in
the way a fin
grips the flow
of water
these lucid
flows bend me

to bend me
time flexing
on space cadet
exalting tock
crowing at
intervals

Do you see
their hands
feel their
breath
sense their
heat

These seconds
to firsts
these instants
long in the tooth
hands out
catching

Threads offer
movement and
sewing in of
well everything
into this fraying
well everything

stand out today
in a 3 verse
2022 prosaic
find your heart
in a moving poem
on its way hoem
really ikr bloem
and comb it back
soem I'm sought
cuz I'm nought
and wish I was
nougat