if the definition
of insanity is to
commit the same
behavior redundantly
expecting different
results then you
can call me
phineas gage
inkblot test
for one to project
their worried
mindlessness onto
my worried
mindlessness
its fucking madness
and i am bathing
in its coarse bubbles
these days when
i pinch a
few hairs
out of my
beard
half of them are
white cables
a few brown
often one stray orange
like a squad
sent to diffuse
a
situation
i must consider
from time
to time
the temptation
to cut
the wrong
wire
the musky undercurrent
of murder la petit
covered fractionally
in skunk flower aroma
i can smell what i need
in the seeded air
of spring and cog and gear
fear never the severance
of plot and politic
for these things grow heretic
as they evolve
charms of sweetness
cute animal expression
anthro-digression
hormonal premonition
acts primal and direct
there's this mountain
driving up from
the sea floor
i never know
exactly where
to put it
shorelines
beachheads
drown in my foam
rocks dance and thrust
undulating
til they're sand
preservation
in the face of
disaster
subdivision
of time and of
newborn crust
freshly aware
of the process
confusion
overwhelms me
while i try to
sleep close in
illiterate
in this language
i hang my
head in disgust
or is this just
orange rust
divide us
poseidon
conquer us
summon all your
great blue green beasts
saline dad
and swallow up
the wasted
confetti of
democratic heart
through great caged teeth
our intentions
dead and alive
swim down into
the basking belly
my romance is merely
plankton for the ages
never to absorb
envelop or
otherwise
devour
these are the day's
ablutions
lessons like
mad leaps
off the self
same cliffs
we call faith
love suicide
hormonal
intervention
intuition
obsession
cultish self-
indictment
mood conquers
the event
and its
determinism
proved
no mammal fruit
of the skull
but overripe
spider plants
spindly melons
with chaos gait
i should have
nodded to Tuesday
i should have crept
out in the night
i should have had
lingual training
i should
have known
better
