swollen pride recovers
nine sides revolver
capitalize on disturbing
remember recalling short order thoughts
hell i even forgot about this
punctuation
rebuild a pattern wedded in bliss
to an olive branch
pleasant greens through lids
it was easier then
from pen to keys
paper to screen
i left something behind.


again i'll repeat a theme with the same words, rearranged.  the same thoughts filtered through the same screen, fine grain, loose.  read this back one hundred times, find this number one to nine.  call me out.  i'll go on, right back, forever my swan.  i can leave blanks where saying what i mean would be easier.

i was pretty sure this would happen.  i was sure it would i could and then some.
predilection pretends to guide my hand, but reality rules all in the end. and if this made sense to any single one of us, and I mean us, would it matter less.  hidden and yet more for me.

i want one more.  i want one more, made easy.  time once was this was easier, time once was i could take this further, or maybe that's a burden of memory to hide my fear.

black market typesetting, rebound
labeled many as unfavorable, repeated the opposite
i have not said the nicest things in my head, i have not considered immoral thoughts to be impure.

silver gates
repentant
blasted recovery
ignore the thread
lost
in time or space
recovered bits

you might remember the last time, you might remember before
we never said it would last
we always said we wanted more

too late now
snow's falling, bones weak
revisions to memories tie us down
of some things we will never speak.

i realized something i thought about.
remembered something i had not forgotten.
i can't recall what that doesn't mean, other than nothing.

if i told you i made it work, would you believe me?
would you consider something?

if i asked a question, would you not answer?
i am proud of this decision.

i can't be responsible for my own actions.
this makes it so.
it's so much easier this way.

delirious typing precludes my own thoughts from becoming any more than a twisted mind game away from understanding less now than ever before when i was young i used to not think about what happens when your hair turns grey and the mind doesn't want another round of corpse laden filth hey i know what you're thinking now another day in the life of a stream, a stream less pause and that's it folks a well deserved stop in the action leading to the end of another day.

thank you.

wonder what
begins again from
a particular ending
now that i'm here i see
scattered remains
lived in beneath darkened skies
what fountain is this
rebuilt from
ashes to ashes
steaming masses playing
at mistaken
can't know or wait
for eventual clarity
begin again from here.

living doesn't always
beget right thinking
experience
leads one to
wasting
lettered streets on
mass evacuation
and now this becomes
less
for time takes all.

balanced initiative

well regulated
seems far
fetid forgotten
about time
listen to this
i can't say it any louder
recognize my
deliberate attempt
consider this word
on this page
any less concerned
constituents
recall this began with
a lesson
more or less
the love
felt about you
as many
remember i can't
repel
a feeling
i might not fall
i might not forget
don't
under

score another
myself among a few forgotten.