"combobulation" poems
today, you seem
to swim consciously
in the blurry happenings
absorptive
of both their chaotic canopies
and their knotted stilts
in substantial intertwining
your recent form, you
effervescing lightness, as i deep-delve
into your freeform spectacle
in scribes and silence
is
a contemplated combobulation
in almost a hidden haziness: there's
but a fiery flame within
in boundless lucidity
of the flaring galactical suns
and the sacred smoking eyeblack
smears around from cores, the blackwhole scripts
that you realized
and still in the go as you grow
full and null and full and null
and so. verse traverse
your phasal swings
unto that yielding amplitude
that one unreturning
singularity
.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
Of all the things
That were false
Which I believed to be true
The one I'll miss most of all
Is the child
That came out of you
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC