let me dance
this way and that
reach up
thumb the tip of my hat
to you

You know I have lasers
for eyes
and I can see inside

Am I getting to the point
of sickness
what is this ride

it brings it all back
this wavelength
this deride

this is the end
of a thread
and you
are the eye
of a needle

this here is
the temperature
at which i melt
into rivulets
of snow

Just a second
I tried to get
away
there
no one knows
when we leave
our now
as if

could I
not talk
to your
puppet
mine is
out of sorts
so it's me
spinning
the dials

I want a
haberdashery
to appear
to keep mine
well dressed
while i try
to change
everything
routinely

and that
easily
I am
away
writing
would be
clever shims
to keep
the spacing

I have
a video
of a filmstrip
of some
pictures
taken
out of focus
and it's clear
right

I'm not
armed
or adequately
checked
for being
a nuisance
and so remain
hopeful
of getting
back to you
now

I have questions
about poetry
and whether
it causes
loneliness
or not

Every line wavers
shadow shuttering
the shade envelope
on off on off on off
something signaled
and forgotten and
pumped out heaps
of it and grounding
and searing magma
tunneling undersea
crusting into more
or less cooly nothing
still faintly hoping

All these words
piling up
thoughts
upon thoughts
behind them
and then
nerves
rattling
in their
cases
shaken
not stirred
within muscle
contracting
inside me
pretending
against myself
that I'm better

You know it's
just a wave
and still
you are
caught up
feet up
moving
as if
you were
nothing
afloat
in something
joyously
terrifying