mingle
muffle shuffle, I am dozing off into a fantasy of scary algebra
Spanish is being spoken
this
time
I
am an image stain
the ringing madness
that doesn't hear
the sentence
the guy
that is
always just beginning
I
keep refining myself
birthing myself for more
birthing myself for more
through
the filtered
losses
of my reasons to live
none of which, ever have
a
measurement
outside
of the dark
part
of my soul
I
am a whole grain
a
sweet entry
I
am the cut nails dug in
I
am a tongue for tided salt
a
valley explorer
a
clung vine of
what
I can fine
when
finding
the
fencing for
my
fast fingers and
the
lingering touch of
what
I have painted
into
murals
as they are just stories of
my
own modern morals
these poems are at most
only
an objectification of
my
humanity caged
and
a fear
that
we will have to
sell
our blood for licenses
to
consume in this
not
so free world
and
the news
fanning
every char
it
can in me
may even spread
virally
into all of you
or
so I think
as I am mostly
only mysophobic
only mysophobic
in slow
nodding yesses
in
quickening dreams
all the words
that are welling
all the words
I have for
being
far
enough away
from
me and
all the words
that are there
as I am
all too
often
too
close to myself
too maze-d with decisions
with
too many
drawn
circled choices
already reaching an erase
meanwhile
all the squares
are
where they are
not
supposed to be
through
to another side of angels
they
can find the songs of
right
angles in the wrong places
and
imagining themselves
with every pretty
triangle that has three faces
all laced up and
waiting
for them at home
while Governor Isosceles cops pleas
to
a justice of the peace
the tequila wears off
and the side of the road
says stay here
and please me
for awhile
says stay here
and please me
for awhile
EJR
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