I'm just trying to feel better about myself here
by earning your good opinion
I'm just reluctant to put on pants
count syllables or rewrite much
past now's solidification
of this imaginary ink

I like meaning's own rhythms
and now's own sweetness

for some form brings freedom
not me

this white pretend page
and this limited alphabet
and these meager words
are already too big of constraints
for the vibe
'at wants out of me now
******

some great wave of life
crests leaving an arrangement
of sand and pebbles
descriptions, not even photographs
maybe a spare sense
of something beautiful
slipping past

There goes, here comes, this'n' here
and another one are never done
so on with the fun
wave to the particles will ya