for 5 four

stuck in patterns
lost in mosaics
still my prose is

split up and div-
ided. Yes I did
really say that

stuck in cycles
motion sickness bag
down from ceiling

relax, relax
take your time (poet)
reflect, reflect

introspection,
personality;
both disorders.

around here i
can remember her
(we've not met yet)

i hear a round -
\"remember her man?\"
(we're distinct)

extinct species
of reality
love is, love is

december pain
window panes to the
plain rememberers

made up words are
now in season, or
so i hear blurds.

corner of my
eye in poetry
i try, i try