prosepiece - words

words unneeded?
feeling is fine
enough,
or nearly
to blur the lines
the quiet
poised
and poisoned thought
to feel such
love
and overwrought
consumed
by steady, flowing
tide
me over,
get closer
expanded in time
shape and mean
method seem
so callously aligned,
circumstantial,
doesn't cancel
connection we find.

for now

haiku (?!)

whoops


remember that time
we got pretty drunk and we
fucked reality

prosepiece - it's

it's the
       least complicated
       understanding : created
straight-forward
        placated
    leave perfectly
satiated.

prosepiece - interaction

the interaction
leave me reeling
                 what am i doing-
                 how am i feeling-
never quite sure of
the way that it's going
      sit back and let go
   think there's no way of knowing
but really...
   should it be?
       so always uncertain...
          beyond just what feels good...

how do you know that it's working?

          or are we just kidding ourselves that
       we're s u r e
    if i meant it for real,
would i really want more?

or maybe.. it's cosmic, it's chemical action
that boils inside, and sparks some infraction
can't seem to come off it, execute the extraction...
so it l i n g e r s inside, this systemic distraction
still leaving me reeling,
seems always unyielding...
granitic, tenacious,
leave mind perspicacious...

prosepiece - fuuck

Fuuck.
       i think i like you.
didn't mean to...
but can't argue...
with the fact that it feels natural,
neutral, "normal"
so not forced,
                but somehow forceful,
feels magnetic...
                somehow vernal,
         come full circle...
think i like you.

prosepiece - not quite 2

not quite sure what's wrong
                       with me
can't feel enough
can't let it be
not quite aware of
how to stop
                         or if i want to
            even though
i wonder if
             i'll ever be
quite satisfied
to feel complete
committed to
the truth of We
instead, for now,
i stay half-free
in struggle between
my self
&
me
feel it'll be fine
suitably
when right is well
and time will slow
but just enough..
to let me know

prosepiece - not quite

Not quite sure how i found you charming
so ALARMING
...disregarding
your blatant tendency for harming
gave too much time
-better spent discarding
all your BULLSHIT
so explicit
you don't get it
can't get with it
self- e n a m o r e d ,
still can't gather...
illusion perfect
hate to shatter
but so Fractured
d i s c o n n e c t e d
from the image you're projecting
pompous inflecting,
all ways wrecking
any chances
for the best thing.

prosepiece - the pride

the pride
in spades
is felt
for him
in being
and body
a wealth  full
to brim
of elation,
--flirtation,
resolute provocation
...but beaming
brain Gleaming
for it's mind's
           new creation.

come home to

so, yeah.

prosepiece - like

i like to like a lot and
keep close
eye on
what i've got, but
(not for nothing)
rather NOT,
get too attached or overwrought.

because i've got this new
perspective
self-reflective
           -irrespective of
what's real
or right for me
go on what feels good,
sets me f r e e
inside the moment
needn't be much more than that
so trust, you'll see...

it's like i want
just to be wanted
feel undaunted,
sometimes flaunted
but no need to
GET IT TWISTED
keep thoughts straight as not to miss it
and so far,
i've been consistent
so no need for the
resistance...

prosepiece - delusion

GIVE UP DELUSION

OF CONTROL

OF LONG TERM DETAILS

LET. IT. ROLL.

THROUGH

SHORT TERM BEING

AND MAKING IT SO

WHEN THE HARDEST THING'S 

N O T H I N G 

AND TO JUST LET IT GO.

prosepiece - half finished

so many of
half-finished thoughts
the way i think them
rather not
inopportune
time as they come
from once so slowly
overrun
in muted waves
come steady stream
the words
found fast
and flood the brain
becomes completely
something else
from where i started
keep such stealth
ambitious concealing
of what lies beneath
just the surface
unearth this
be spherically
complete.

prosepiece - stuck

stuck in the middle

    & mulling

   between (us)

the constant confliction

distinction

wish it'd f r e e us,

can't hold me so dearly

not nearly, 

clearly enough..

for either, 

can't lie there

pretend not to be crushed.

prosepiece - fair

so not fair,
to do to me
--or lack of doing
               ..constantly
            aggression
      triggered heatedly
it's not my fault
so leave me be.
Not fucking with you,
   -seriously.
get out of my head
         i can't fucking breathe
in the back of my mind
you reside           -mindlessly
     but you started this
     don't pin it onto me
who's now so t w i s t e d
following the lead
(i) can't get it straight
& (i'm) starting to bleed
as it drips down my hip
such familiar ease
                   r e l i n q u i s h e d now
and must concede.

prosepiece - um...

i love'um.
...least so much about'um.
the way that we've be come
...yet so barely begun
sometimes wanna tell'um
but instead, for the interim,
keep within our momentum...
away from the doldrum--
but consistent conundrum
makes us so accustomed
that it gets hard to fathom
a way to stay with'um,
succumb to our custom,
end empty and dumb..
heart pierced, pinched and numb
   just wish we could hold on...
to at least enjoy some... 

stream of conciousness

feel things now, times, differently
as it seems that i see
        My Life,
                     happening.
& elation, Pride,
                brims emphatically.
And in no certain Rush,
          for my future to come-
      feeling *charmed to enjoy
   where i am, how far from
where i was, what it took
       & will take as i go
                forth toward
         where i'll be,
                    & w h a t e v e r may come.
...as i'm open to receiving,
         some beautiful way of living
being loved and how dearly
   sharing sweetness of spirit.

prosepiece - vs

such change
so quick
to such e x t r e m e ,
your point
of being
it gets so obscene,
to treat
so vastly
& leave, as it seems,
per your flight
--not your fight
...always somewhere between.

can't decide
got no spine
& your soul's being twisted,
can't have it
won't take this
vow to self i won't miss it.
as it's better off solo
'cause at least I'm consistent
so split
leave no word
catch some space, grab some distance.

don't expect
i'll stay close
per your begging & pleadin'
had chances
for friendship
but my offer's receding
curb my giving
quit doling
with no chance of receiving
only way
change of mind
have to get me b e l i e v i n g . . .

Keeping Things Whole

Keeping Things Whole -by Mark Strand

In a field

I am the absence

of field.

This is

always the case.

Wherever I am

I am what is missing.

When I walk

I part the air

and always

the air moves in   

to fill the spaces

where my body’s been.

We all have reasons

for moving.

I move

to keep things whole.