Clicking on the login button over

and over again,

I cant cultivate this madness, I cant cultivate these fruits or any other.

Relentless and motivated, I’ll take this turn a bit wider than the rest,

I stole that bird and all that came with it!

The pages are loading and the roots and your my virulence is spreading//

A buzzing, a ticking and a dial tone ( all walk into a bar)

echo throughout the cave, and so do you now,

warmer now, burning especially bright,

You can tread lightly now, especially now.

Stepping over primordial spiders, and fighting you way through other vicarious intersections,

….but there’s not much use for titles anymore, or musing or even museums for that matter.

My raindancer,

my still, begging flame,

my tour guide for god’s sake!

This crime is beyond the museum glass,

My crime is there, beyond the barely- there glass.

Beyond barely- there you and beyond barely-there me,

Splayed out for the rest of the barely-there treacherous world,

out of reach, tucked in between canyons, in between theater seats.

Barely out of reach,

just barely.

You couldn’t conjure up a happier ending than this one, though.

You couldn’t CAPITALIZE on a poem like that one, though,

You cant fight through these columns and these margins, Augustus Caesar.

No one could,

especially not you

especially not me,

especially not the bird,,,,

Take a look around, we’ve arrived in Rome, baby!

You cant pack your bags if you don’t know what’s in them,

If you’ve never even seen inside of them,

or even looked under the sheet,

or asked me if I brought anything,

or if it’s even breathing.

Whatever you brought with you is especially loud, and especially bright.

you’ve seen my medals,

and you’ve got my attention,

especially now,