hovering

the chaos of the day
layered on the back
of this bloated corpse
broken free of the moorings
that once held fast to
the black below

a head full of repressitol
new understandings coached
that revealed chasms once undetected
a welcome reprieve gained
at the cost of numbed feels
dwelling in the black below

consequences

trust is all i have
and it is so fickle
it will take that rusty
knife and twist it
hard
    the sound of sinew snapping
    the color of rust and blood
    the draining of light
     from my eyes
but i still see i can't
close them i have to watch
as i fade into the black

here again

        metaphor me
        no more
speak in concrete terms
that don't shadow meaning
like these graphs. . .
     bars with references
     to measurable factoids
but i do wander in my mind
to places far from here
like a felon staring out
a cell window imagining
train passengers drinking
coffee and smoking big cigars

feign attn.

but man this is important
it has consequences beyond
measurability
     a sentiment
        made clear
by the speaker's piercing gaze

but i know she looked
through me. so i looked at
the clock that always reads 3:39.41
it's always time to clock out
or go to bed

lean

this chair. this chair
forces me forward
     leaning toward attention
i can't not learn at
     this lean angle
          if only i could lean back
to ignorance. to sloth.
     the unfettered unknown
i want to go bowling with
     socks and mittens
those cats are cool
three strikes in a row
that's a turkey. a jive turkey

i heard homer say that
a turkey is a bad person
what i didn't hear is what
this suit is talking about
            but when i'm owt (jasper!)
     i'm head down
     lungs heaving
     quads blasting
for reasons left unknown for generations.
is that hubris?
indubitably