what’s a spirit w/out body?
i ask because i don’t know, versify my question
make it poetical, conscious now of being conscious when i ought
not to be. it’s – what’s the word? one can’t break
i want to say Vicious but it isn’t. that bad
my question, mark, reminds me of a coat hanger.
where will i be?
i develop my conceit but change my mind when i revise
this poem. i could, it’s conceivable, re-style
cut my hair & call myself a communist.
i believe myself sort of even my hate mad as it is & bad is
delectable. try me: I’m, for it &
& Suggestable & when i rhyme i want to be close
more than i am but i’m no friend
5 june 20