a trillion poets agree
meter *****
rhythmically

hurricane motors
have my skirt

tore through
this morning

took no taking
covers off

i resisted
clutching

to no avail
I've lost my

idea of ground
hate water

thoughts wet
as tomorrow

sliding its
sliding down

on top of today
breathing wet clay

and something that's
been on fire

I'm going to collect that light
gently
and take it to bed for warmth n
comfort

soak a diamond
in neurology
colors pound

can i see  the ring
take it off
for a moment please

halving away
at the distance
you remain distant

this is another rope
thrown
why can't i own

you exceed me in depth
and still i push with conceit
and you smile humoring
act as if you have been pushed
and i crow away

this is a covering intended
to uncover smatterings
all our unwritten things
left and picked up and bereft
as other grows away

what numbnesses between
salvations we sacredize
this is where where lies
flap our black wings of knowing
unheart growing

and you always all knowing
riding in your ride
all along imagining winning
and this and that  and everything
i am  you are imagining

stroking the drunken ink
for  imaginary what is that
i must have and am getting
knuckles dragging on mink
finger tips chasing wrink-
les that vanish and appear
like tomorrow and now

We are the dark sea's
laughter
in the face of the light's
cold expanse

this karmic clash
of naught
and its best mate
time's taste

confused splashing
infusion
desires gashing
an' i just smile