Haven't had enough to drink, yet
to write really well
Inhibitions yet to be defeated scream
fighting that fade-to-cornered gibbering
buh buh buh but what about buh what about

its supposed to be

its supposed to be different
this is supposed to read well
save your cornflakes and all
from becoming soggy

Wondering about direction
Wandering without connection
Displaying words some fresh

This uneven land this scramble
of eggs like days beaten with spices
from unlabeled containers
I'll eat that I know
smiling

the bit not in my teeth I wonder
where you are sitting
where words mix in with your milieu
what you have at hand to sip
how fast you move on