Untitled, John B. Boucher

i

 

I am not sleeping or awake

these things you read are for you

only

 

typed onto glass

a treat like on tongue

melting

 

words ges

ticulations fair

y tales

 

please for me

please me please

please respond

a response i am not speaking into

concrete

 

nor tombstone perhaps

tomorrow

and tears grey clouds

smoke them i should have listened

the advice smoke them you

got them

 

these fingers

these fingernails

these martyrs my teeth

soften in their cells

 

i see you there

seething against the cruelty

of age

 

tonight do you dream of egg

shells or tortoise i praise

the legs of

well it doesn’t matter

ok horses

 

ii

 

eyes deep set un

blinking in pyramids

drum beat and cymbals

crashing crashing gong

the ceremony begins

the poem begins

with big breath

expands therefrom

eternal monologue

transcribed brainwaves

a cosmic radiation verse

or multiverse me

damn fool unsleeping

dreaming four a.m.

collapsed lungs

gave their all never forget

 

simple strum you

think guitar picture

the ocean come

 

here come the waves

we lift our heads from

rings of water come

surging come breath breathe

for me come breathe air of this poem

seize sound it sings

it saves

 

iii

 

listen

and laugh

praise cheeses

she says

and laughs

 

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