I have been havoc
made of mad dark
snot and liquor
*** and ichor
lemon and oil
floated above

a stabbing sound
sudden and sharp
flinching, must do
less flinching, must ****
what makes me
i flinch away

making true all of the things
they say in your head when
you imagine them
and imagine what
they imagine
is true about you
flinching away

im an interstitial pistol aimed at your nichel
you know your silken lies are everything to me
timed sequences lie about the future and come close
to everything close to everything is frightening
so i pull in push away close my eyes and say
this is lemon this is grape this right here fate
or was it cake its bad i know to fake all they take
and i don't live in the ****** fight so sorry
you and i wondering where this is going gone
our mind imagines something other than now
and in our disbelief we die all day and drink
the darkness outside of this as if it existed

This bubble
of us cats
moving
some universe
's old thoughts
construing things
a certain way
as if to say
that will cost
you two cats
not as if

Let man's dark things go
already
these turgid ways
made on some *****
of some hill
so salty and red
this ascendance
my ascendance
now leaving dents
in the firmament
of tops no bottoms
no sides no guard
rails
so push me off
or I will you
again and again
if hills could laugh
at dead clowns
it would be
the only sound

Sorry bout all this poetry
such a rough approximation
ungainly and all
I have a dangerous
postulation
that I am here
only here
to entertain you
this is dangerous to me
as i am not very
and reluctant
to improve

this phloem a conveyance
of pressure osmotic
unlike a circus
of organized officiousness
and certainty must have
assuredly a from
and a to even an off

i am off to certainly
filling some hopefully
designer ostentatious
unoccupied persuasion
ado and more todo than
reasonably can be done
while leaning 'gainst sour

time an its  awkward momen...
flower of time blooming
always while you lie
about everything that
isn't brushing against
her skin where i smell
her breath and collapsing
everlything into frail now
on knees that cannot hold

I have never seen
have never
seen
any thing
ever
I know

this pretense
inside an
act
going for
in fact
an outside
sound

this is
the actual
crack
that's new
anything new
is good
he says

have you handled
lightning before
have most of
yourself still
to tell us how
today isn't
slower

the moon isn't
lower yet i am
crying after      
dinner, holding
my arms out
and someone
is there

I did not
expect or know
to think to hold
and briefly
I am held
leave holding
back none