every time I write vividly
can't figure how to end days
yearn for my epiphany
and I malice their succession
I don't learn more of

p o l i t i c s
m e n in shoes
w a r
f a m i l y
m a n n e r s
r o t t e n
y o u t h

afraid of being water
water that decomposes every day
printed with i‑service entropy

if craic makes my soul modern
I'll sit and wait for apocalypse
wild can devour my ashes

each of my tea motes fight
heave my tongue like embers

humpty, encircled by people,
would fall on the wall again
and probably ask to go to Nyos
for silent rain
on a government grant

enlightening activist futility
as I write in a singed library
at my diluted right edge
I fear those who tower over me

what if my decade has passed
making a schedule each day
to be better or to matter
I suffer from anemia
my tea is too sour
gambling both these
to pay wagers —
who taught me to write
and forgot to proofread

when they ask my destiny
I say: transcendence of arcana
would restless lurching
take me to God
or Satan
I need to ask someone modern