its not that I dont want to be understood
it just cramps me to engage in it
like a dog licking your crotch
and zap
your pregnant

a poem can growl or whimper
without naming claiming and over explaining

all you have to know
is there's turbulence in  the rabbit hole
demons in the bed

Satan jumps out of the closet
and Christ it can *******
better than you've ever been ******

who wouldn't like that?