a rambling plea

thank goodness

my blood came back to the opposite side of toxic

so i can shovel caffeine

till all my poor, late, last night decision'ing

gets covered over like a dredged beach

like a dredged beach

so you can't see the coral reef

so you can't see what's underneath

truly, what is under me?

what is underneath?

deeper than benthic panoply's

these pixilated maladies

this veneer of confidence

i glue to me

to ambulate these city streets

that don't know my name

though their staight lines and their curbsides

have more veracity

than this white washed glamour

my pretentious mendacity

to say what's odious

obvious

in confusing pleasantries

these brutal vagaries

that claim a banner year for poetry

what's underneath?

can i go deeper?

gosh, i just want for all these rambling pleas

to cut me off once and for all

right below the knee

so knees are all i have to use for asking

so that maybe just maybe i'll find myself enthralled for good

by the freeing arms of Loveliness Extreme*

he calls me brutally beautiful*

in ways ear plugs can't stop me from hearing

knowing

my hand-written heart beat...

is from his son

*gertrude stein penned loveliness extreme

*buddy wakefield is responsible for brutally beautiful as well as something very close in word and meaning to the last line. oh and i suppose he makes me think about ear plugs as well.