What did I
get myself into?
. . . Left palm, four left
digits, left
thumb, left me
blunt against banister
– I'm absolutely not
Did I really end
up down here
under the Manhattan
just for this?
That's just it;
there is no remainder
enjoined to divert
if a plan takes
grip straight thru
you – as if a person
as if even if a person
– merely freight, hedging
me (me) – when
it's cold outside
I never get to see
landmarks cosmo-policed
parody of touch;
no Queen's
every anything
willing to be argued
against, reasoned
with, ill-entangled
or resorted-to for meaning –
But steady. . . frays not,
rusts and crumbles not,
yet: these cables, bilevel decks, bedrock
Too-well ensured
integrity of whole
deny spontaneous
drive to disassemble?
If: not pancaked
nor gang-raped
otherwise intimidated
or ever made-eye-contact-with
then: this shore
bear no semblance to
'York' or we just not
that kind of city anymore
I can
not probably be
– ever have been –
here, now
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How do you know. . .
how may you be
so certain?
entertain bliss
for a moment
or ignore us
imagine for just
imagine: anything
could come to an end
how can I risk, not doubt
that 'nothing' last forever?
that this is all that is
or need be
Pray – hold to
hold back your 'finish'
shiver, or grey
or cast in what is owned
I know, I know
seeming ≈ clutching-to
so moments appear fleeting
irreducible
too being a loss mourned
You could be, newbie
a lot less apt
to grasp the strangeness
of a sudden
nearing neck
yet instantly you know-
Bitch, it's me!
get over your demand
that what's here bestowed
is so precious as to
summon allegiance
reiteration, or study
defense of
very core is necessary but
we remain aimless, bound
scrawled like a visitor
onto Finity's wake. . .
. . .expectations of invitees
or else!: B.Y.O.
P.S.S. F.B.I.
U.S.A.W.O.L.
C.I.A.I.D.S.
L.S.D.N.A.
(O R U- O! AREN'T U
A ZOMBIE TOO?!
