I would have
a conversation
with you
if I could get past
(so many things)
chickenpoetspeaks

I would ping you
and listen
for the echo
to see if, indeed,
you are solid

then I willrunaway
and watch
from a safe distance

and accidentally
get closer
if you seem

you must seem
and in my 'verse
be so seen like on
and incapable

i am trying to avoid
being eaten
beaten
or chewed

do you have teeth
are they the kind
that bite
when no one sees

did i marry you
did i carry you
and put me down
then i will
of course i will
haven't i

when i lose
my mind
and my time
i'm happy
at this silence
and i drink
more
to make sure
i stay
down

i don't
have cuffs
for not wrists
twists
of lips
to say this
shifts

cooking down
a thickened
beef with life
to a single
cry

why have
i lost
my time
in my
mind

waits
and measures
thinlyness
to avoid
stuck alone

the
unavoidable
just not
like

so many that's
sorry
i died there
nicely tho

I like the blank page
the empty line
the waiting space
of meaning

the waiting space
of sound

the reddening
against the white
is always black
and stark

ruddy and wet
needing water
wriggling vines
wannabe lines

scarce on an edge
is plentiful here
would you like two
just toss in this you

it's a goner and a
should uh an' a would uh
wrestled into a could uh
and I'm definitely gonna

fill this mf'er in
fill this mf'er up
this mf'er up
mf'er up

For whom do I writhe
pealing look away
your gaze freezes me
to disintegration
lightly and in denial
is the state of our ends
and then

who am I looking to see
that is watching me caustically

fade to fading away again
leaving the stage sullenly
again

not seen, again, by them
or anyone

no waves return
to this
shore

I am awash in nothing
bundling silence
with directions around

now
of course
smiling at my skittering
denial of its ownership

Is it time to go to bed
some of you remain
banging around in my head
and I'd like you to be dead

I'd write you another
bad poem
but

The sickness fades
glad feeling
invades

And I'm not caught
lyrically
reeling

I have a theory of angulation
which, when I learned this,
I had to look up

I want you cornered
because you're a round
thing and I like you edgy

whatever you are to me
dodgy and tenuous
slipping right past here

to some delicious awaiting thing
ready to leap upon
your delicate sensibilities

I cliche i cliche away the day
thinking I am thinking
not repeating some sine

a curve settles in to play
as if it was just another say
not bent not bending not

things are always ending
yes I know the corollary
shockingly more scary

what rhymes with nothing
on the next line
some something said