Admiring the dexterity
With which their host directed
Conversation.
She found herself – Asking
What about the mind
Makes us see these human kinds
And believe in them,
And fight about them.
Then previous,
lesser knowledge disappears.

We miss key exchanges,
In nearly every exchange.
Each time we recover some of the missing meaning,
It only serves – to
Destroy
A dearly held perception
of the world – increasing our loss.

It is responsible
for constant movement coordination,
maintaining a continuous,
cumulative picture
of body position
in space
storing movement memory.
But if the mind makes categories
to answer
needs of moment,
then we should not
be surprised
that those categories can be cancelled.
Dense and opaque, and
transformed - into
clarity that we recognize
the substance of glass
only by the introduction of heat.

Sitting – well, slouching
Parochial ticky-tacky chair distorting sprawled alignment
How does a piece of paper weigh so much?
How do I extrude a greater weight from it into another page?

Fumbling with knotted headphones
My eyes drop into the inked Times New Roman
The page intones my fumbling succinctly, “I try to find something, anything.”
What boyscout, boatsmen, or climber crawled in my bag and tied this interminable knot?
My eyes turn to the knot -
Still fumbling with the toner’s entombed dance

I grew up in this slouch, in this tangle, thinking in Times New Roman
Etching knowledge into or from 8 x 12 reams
Does the paper weight I feel in the paper’s request equate to the weight of a neural connection ascertaining chemical knots?

Who needs
An infatuation
drumming their fingers
down your spine

when you can have
your own heart
escalating in innate rhythms
tympanic arrays
wrought from adventure

I love singular word responses -
they are like the blight that pushes
us further apart

In touchless departures
heart mottled by one-word bullets-
no need to bandage yet - more
wounds are to be incurred

Catatonic fusion with bathroom tile
vapor patina about my lattice
neophyte - les enfants - lain there
my fingers dipped beneath ribs
diaphragm compressed - ***** tatting saliva
I firmly grasp the seam-ripper and unspool
aortic tissue
extracting one thread at a time
tying the fist in a knot
releasing kinetic ****** each time
I attempt
enigmatic repair

Forest of skin
no longer will I trace your topography

The petrichor
- gone -
exiled from capsuled prison

Your face lain peaceful beside me
Indifference will grow
cored apple - shriveled
Hopefully fertile for another

Silence and stranger
Two existences
Will again
Possess between one another
relationship - destruit - redefined
compost ready cores