I didn’t realize how close
you were to me
crouching here
in the tall grass
Beneath
all this scaffolding.
So you dropped
something.
Maybe you should check
over there.
In the middle.
Get another perspective.
Can’t be to sure these days.
I like your
dress
It looks rather
soft.
Yes I know
life is a panoply of questions
I reveal to much here
though
you need
answers badly
I can tell
ok
no more truisms
There are some lines you can never get out of
So you agree
Still esoteric though
Watch out for those
pro
nouns
In light of the fear
and
distance from me to you
I can tell you suffer
from almost every anecdote
taught to you in school
You could o.d.
on the possibilities
I seem to offer you
Speaking in terms
of how these words
fit together
right now
Now you think I'm dangerous
And you normally don’t talk to strangers
Even if you were forced to sit
in a room full of them
Well rituals are supposed to be a little dangerous
That’s the conspiracy
Let’s get away from all this scaffolding
and talk more about this
Besides this particular piece of architecture
Is not such a good place to carry on
like this
Here hold my hand
Watch your head
Let’s go follow the sun
It is setting on us
again
Do you like to read?
Everything but poetry, huh.
You know its just a game.
What do I mean
Well I don’t mean
I do
That’s my job
I am, a means of you
Why am I so out there
Because there’s nothing in here
I am written because arms
are only so long to reach out with
You think I need to reach myself
Can’t you see I am trying to do this
But it seems so impossible
Everything is ephemeral and yet
Everything is renewed
Even this room that passes the weeks is constantly renewed
So this type of information worries you
I can’t help you here
I too am critically blind
I myself like a catechism
The printed page is a motif
Substance is subtle predication
Your thoughts are animals
What did I do in college
I was poetically general
I hung ten on contradictions
That’s even too cryptic
Reading sometimes is tedious labor
Can be from time to time
arduously unsatisfying
So keep walking
we’re not there yet
I should know
I live with myself everyday
This is my destiny
But this activity does not determine my process
More theory than you needed right now, huh?
Remember, you were the one asking questions
Remember those days back in school
when you learned if anything was left over
you had to carry it over
to the next line
You can’t breathe so well
Maybe you should undo that top button
Cut your hair
Color your hair
Get something pierced
Get a tattoo
Dance on a table naked
For free
Hug and kiss the same sex
Kiss me, whatever
Kind of like cubism
isn’t it
like Shakespeare’s Achilles
standing over the living body of Hector
something trying to resurface
even here inside me
the conflict existing on all levels of content
where do I sleep at night
well I’ve recently been exiled
so I am staying over night
with the pact that
binds my maker to society
basically narrative avenue
fragmentation blvd
think of me
you further
away than this
I say something
The thought barely heard
Gone
Your response is now no response
Gone also
Hands are now half-raised
By fortune
Poetic whim
Lost
That is me
So you think I am a poem
only by my intention to be a poem
All I can say
who was here first
You were over there crouching
beneath all that scaffolding
Afraid to enter
Still needing to read
Reading me
Celebrates you
I am
Because of you
becoming potential
Your enemy is always your finest subject
We are now poetentials
Now give me a kiss
thanks
you want to keep walking through this dialogue
hey don’t squeeze so hard
if anyone walks by
say hello
the journey is possible
because this is where we
got to
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