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

I like this manipulation
of time
we do

as if as if itself
was more
than a thought

and nothing
against
your breast

I have a hollow gesture
for you
it is
my life

cavernous in
understanding
cantankerous
in all else

currently it sits
pecking letters
sipping crushings
spilling sentiment

i've nothing
to clean this up
i've nothing
to offer up

I'm sinking
through the floor
is vaporous
theatrically disappearing
arms raised

i am the phoenix
immo
late
agin

sorry though
now that I have you here
are you interested
in a discount soul

i'll throw in
carefully created grief
misery and doldrums
misshapen nights
hands off guilt

you needn't do
or don't or won't
shan't all over
tomorrow as if
the imaginary cared

just read to here
i lie i lie i lie
into time
elaborately inventing you