she tells me to write a pome

i say i have none.
the rain comes down and drenches
any chance that we have of being
able to hear each other.
i've been watching ions proliferate
on the horizon striking with
a banana of reprise.
stop knocking at my door. turn
the music up again i have
no patience for the puddles
forming under your itenerary.

force

it's a tortuous route
to the andes where the 4 tonnes
of cocaine terror await
pfc shane mcfarlan shame to
his country for cutting him
with laxative and leaf. acetone under
cut snake curdles down the amazon
because that's the only river
we know. tell me tree
the time spent on others
is it worth it? shading and abetting
the criminal intents of entropy
snuggling your roots into
a body of silk silicate.
i call your name, and you're not there
was i to blame for being unfair?

she says to write a poem
but i tell you i have none in me
i'm cold slits and all business
the suicide before decision.
i have not patience
for the splendour of the skies
birds washing up on the shore
red tide flying fish inland and to the gallows time
knocks and knocks on the rox nox noxious
and letting me in, bearing down
on the next collapsed field and that gelid cat!
what stasis, the langoliers?

write a poem she says but the sky
is greying and there's blogs to which
to listen, the voices of friends
and neighbors of the galaxy mulitplying
in a phi. isn't it wondrous?
birding across wires into the textless
millenium? what next, iago, what texture
can we siphon up the sinuses this time?
it's all so hopeful as we munch into the future
melted crayons of a scream. if we could just

refrain from killing each other. i want to slap
her face, not she say write a poem
but her. the one
i'm mothering into this mess the one i used to dress
up in words instead of/ oh /gilting
the company. the nuggets come home to haunt
the chicken house. force is what you eat
and you never believe the lies that it bakes
that one's for you paul you know, force?
i have my struggles with that. resistence
is futile she says, the star
on the edge of the gravity well.