if you stay knocking around in my head
i swear,
i'm going to post you!

then you'll walk alone, spindling.

won't be anyone there
to make the proper trade
for you and what you mean.

what are you going to do with no help?

you've been past my cortex once
and if i see you again
coming at me all
meaningful and cute,
i swear,
i'm going to post you!

and then you're on your own.
they'll give you a good kicking
and you better be ready for
a wrinkled brow, a tch, tch
among attaboys and hey heys!,
and now, you process that!

but if you'll just hang on
and like Cratylus, just quit
being uttered, stay silent
unheard, unseen...unused,
the chances of misunderstanding
are akin to raising a family
of Red Rosaceae in Iceland.

now, get far away from me
if you can't stay any longer
than you've stayed in the past.
hurry back to my den
of lost, cannibalized ideas,
on the river of sleep
smiling in REMs.

and too, why do you show up
inchoate, ethereal and with
a half-hitched notion
to where you're headed;
who knows what you're
up to and where you'll
end-up.

so, i if i see you again

i swear,

im going to post you!

05/06/2005

Posted on 05/06/2005
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