I would make sense
I assure you
I would even make
lunch
For us
If you would eat
something
I prepared

If you would
cleave open
and accept

a small
universe
of confusion

i carry with me
regarding you

as just the normal
whirligig betwixt

supreme beings
and their usual chairs

this thought has seated
itself and proclaimed

things we must find
funny

we are all
the giant wave
in our own
universe

so what

there are
a lot
of universes
and galaxies
galore

and you
basking
in your own
reverberation
feeling every bit
of that power
peaking in you
are equally
matched
easily

that's how this works
wave and shore
grit and adore
this crashing war
what sticks and
what fits
can i has
some more

on this border
sweet unraveling
of everything
and more
than i am yet
threading myself
into chaos
seams of me
maignt out

and tailings
everything
is tailings

write against time
don't you have
some place to be
no, i am a place
to be

carving on now
my face a chisel
my arms
whirligigs amok
seeking purchase

i can't even
reconcile this
bit of bits
with my hopes
to electrify

there's a chemistry
under my fantasy
under my biology
on top of my physics

that makes me
fizzy
sometimes
slapped against
spacetime
like a sausage
against slime

who sold me
this subscription
to tomorrow
i am so
addicted
and afraid
of turning time
into drivel
like this

******>Ned
Ag
Ain

No
need
Fo
Pan

I'm just going
to make
more of these

at you
until
i get

in
side
you

and
live
on

there
past
here

what
am
i

you are just
a place to type
things

things that
make me squirm
and shudder

and rock
back and forth
in my chair

on the way
out of me
typed

into you
my neck
twists