this is the valuable perception

that was allowed, yes yes, that’s what the crowd struggled to pronounce,
that was aloud, anyway, that’s how the sound came out of their mouths.

it’s a drought, and we are all human.

disloyal
dislocal

sometimes gracelessly

“But it doesn’t matter how far out you go, Tim. It doesn’t matter, because no one is watching you.”

eyes are open you see
eyes are closed you see everything

scanner! how you glisten

what a huge position to be in

“it can’t hurt you if you don’t know what it is.”

me house. me chamber. forget. this rage you speak of,
well, there are times they have a word for it.

glass eye.
shattered sunlight.

timid poetesses
can’t tell their no’s from yes’s.

the alternative bird
out of the trees

puddle-jumpers, ahoy! ahoy!
we've thrown you poetry out the porthole!