SUBCONSCIOUS DRIZZLE

Twined, thrashed loose
in the hungry part
of the day

(every day), slowdown
before lopsided
leftovers taste like

sweaty concert-goers
with china-thin mentalities
& dare don’t diddle.

Turmoil beckons
Plato’s ghost,
recomputing

deaf thermospheres.
I’m outstretched
here in this silence,

eating bread, drinking water:
& these days
that’s worse than

Prison Food.
I wasted
my youthful heart

on repressive
loops) mercifully
unintentional.

I’m a thistle,
a repeatable worm
in an earth, squashed,

a mystic
shattered by
accentuated wholeness

in frosty tombs
of frantic churchyard
fallopian tubes

where passivity grass
is beaded with
euphoric sheltering.

Africanizations darker
than that, I go
undefined like

eerily lifted oil lamps,
savor the savior,
manipulate the modest

of C’established
formalism disengaged
forseeable whooped

the keyboards
to Thessalonian times.
Thoroughness.

Brightest Thinkers.
Brightest Tinkerers.
Rollback? We are

downloading ourselves
into absolute
annihilation.

Watchers’ drawls
knot in a butterfly anyplace.
Outsourced sorcery.

The basics
where I awe
at all engravings.

I wrong
the somersets,
whispers to bacon,

geometricize mayonnaise
as if to justify eating
as monstrously as if

aborting Thai
or Indian or branding
myself to forbear

being an earthy poet
to feed Thoreau-thematic-like
in sample-sizes.

Storing thirst
in a Timex. Worn
wallet flopped out

onto the floor, kicked
accidentally by an infant,
in fact. Conjured

comedy specters
versing their sensitivities
like “overgrown infants.”

Money, money
money. Calories
truckin’. Obey

where you ripple
your own arena.
Coo’d algebraically,

late bloomers
like muskrats snarling
& snotty-nosed

like mistreated
angry bulldogs,
one drenched upon

by mucus, teeth showing
all of the shapes I felt
like History, debunked.