He made you touch all those weird pictures with your moist fingers
I smirked weirdly at someone questioning my behavior
I trusted he knew what he was doing
I smirked blankly on top of a mountain
Thought of directionality, fatigued
I watched myself shift, satisfactorily, into something updated
Something I liked more
Being updated
I like it more
And hate everything else more, as a trade-off
We temporarily increased each other's sense of feckless rage
And drunkenly swifted into the sleeping clerk's cage

they should have a place
to keep their dog souls
pretend words
past boats
memories of hands
i saw a deckhand’s memory
touching his lover’s nose
i watched him
remember city breaths

Look deeply into the future
You are writing words
You learned this language
Something expanded more richly and more elaborately than you could have ever imagined
You remember when you perceived the word complex as sophisticated and academic
You were a child and now you are something else
Look thinly into the past
You are writing a poem
You do not know this language

I think I saw all of you in a *******
It was raining and I was crying
We were at a waterpark
People screamed when they went down the slides and sighed at the end
A baby was calling out for its mother
Drops splashed down onto the sweet pavement

At the intersection of a vague bravado and worried unformedness, I turn on the radio to hear sparkles of joy and humour, and a useful skepticism. On the road ahead of me, I see a sign labelled “Determination begins here.” I take the exit.

What am I to do without a harshly scrutinizing figurine on my shelf? Accept something that accepts me? And only loving critiques and informs me instead of violently projecting vitriolic love/hate attacks towards me? Oh no! I have lost everything.

But I have found, and am finding various other things. And on that exit, is more signs. And more sentences that begin with connectives. And so on.

Exploded: Two green lines out of the dog and human’s body
In it they thought of the forced expansion of meaning
Unconsensual development
Let it explode radically out of a chamber of infiltration and distrust
Simple green lines explode towards the wall out of the dog and human’s body

My dog is sitting in the corner of my room
I’m not sure what he wants or what I do either