due to my internal magnification
process
you terrify me
your level of actual terrifying-ness
notwithstanding
i withdraw
on sight of you
and am already
searching
for a way out
before you
look at me
and say
hello

neither my brain
or your brain
get this right

you think
what's wrong
maybe
is it me

i think
i cannot think
nor count on speech
near term

body bails
brain out
back peddling
to safety

Another deadening
has succeeded
almost one more

a superposition
of angst and the
inability to feel it

dead reckoning
of the assertion
going south

and then tomorrow
I will finish this
without opinion

radar detectors
flashing away
at such speed

I abjure a nihilistic
aren't they pretty
but can't resist

I'm just here
in my life
imagining strife

and the printer
prints out
these letters

and the ai
shouts out
its cure

the sound
of words
no sinecure

I just want
to be a story
perhaps a flat

when I realize
its about balloons
i inhabit

Maybe the time
of little kings
comes to an end

the last fiefdoms
backs against
some unseen wall

trying not to fall
and so willing
to ****** us all

shrieking names
at time past
even listening

The incisive wit
chopped down

lain out sad
upon the ground

you know
that earth

that wet but not
sticky but easily

brushed off
you feel *****

and natural
in no hurry

to clean up
and looking where

to take this
incisive energy

I may be
renting
a life

Slamming doors
as if
I care

and humans
do look
at me

wondering
about
danger

and i grip
nothing
and hope

not today
not this
slow way

Are you creeping up
on unclenching now
I want to ask
the world

and then it
clenches hard
hand shreds hand
all of us see it shocked

is this the curve of life
or do we cycle forth
diminishing dumb
too slowly to save

those peaceniks
tripindicular
to actual
blood
fell
hard
for our stretch
to this some poetic landscape
too much an island