a march hare, once never sat still to tell a full story, painted fleeting glimpses clearly, instead

I say Alice doesn't visit
much any more
she never wore
a top hat
or gown
too long
any how ...

storm breathing, we shackle spirit marley remember marley
there is this curious melody, I am sure it is different for each of us,
that wades every weight we've ambled into mists ...

stork, silent carriage
versus spontaneous song symphony
miller daughters, proud mothers
they were ugly sticking  jesus
in the marketplace, said
this is reflection
the story we tell
what we tell
to sell any self
any you
we can get
to imagine
a scenario with
in order to have
a you
selflessly want
to pay
the freight
to take
the next breath ...

storm coming
they're feeding it to us
we are being bypassed
electromagnetic
wavers
the introductions
were those smiles
you only remember wearing home ...

vampirism
zombie-ism
hyphenate anything, everything
into a religion
pray fast
for food
fool
razor leap
weep
sweep bones
those mad mad bones
then dig the betweens
pausing where story
says look what's happening here
breath breath breathing
you sent me the ham radio
wryly spying license plates
clear across every place we ever were
something
sum
things
what is it gill womb lace
there was amphitheater glow light floor rug persian
big candles smudge pots and warm amber flicker poems
everywhere I was
eye am
observation
ration
the squeeze
lungs are thirsty organs
wear as a heart hungers to hear
soul sits back brain and body
fucking the distraction ... 

(and now the broken the put back together, portion of the program)

eggs, motherfucking egggggsssss ...

spent that time in traction
back calm back clapping
snapping ourselves into fires
in the distance ... 

raw apathy
grows in us
these cold
articulations
stumbles
stutters
stymies
the outside out tide
some sum time again
we need k-nead the breathe
weave lives, trees, we pray rain
at the end
of nearly every poem
at least I do ...

EJR ©