specific inclination

never not negated
couldn’t cancel
so I keep showing up

imprecise estimation of the villains motivation
too many memories to delineate an origin
every submergence is axis aligned relative inverted to eventual emergence
so feign subversion and act like worry is working

no rule, nor reign, nix any righteous act
every breath forgotten by anxious impulse
fills the empty space
waiting for occupants
stolen thoughts from wiser texts
couldn’t write a word with which a well wish would spring
kind to curse the cancer and kiss whiskers of the curious
only wondering why
as if reason was sufficient
when delusion is consent
considering the means and measure of common implication
withheld from yourself
denied indifference
straining eyes trivial connection to the raining window
caring about null
carving out the place your forgotten loved ones will rest
antagonized by the antithesis of closure
and you need to talk

three dots for what you want…
reached a conclusion on this one
smothering a muse who used to have a name
meant to blame the ghost
when clearly haunted by a life
easy as admitting guilt for a strangers crime
harder than apologizing
reminder of the gap widening
longer stride
so it comes clean when the water runs through
the lead in my pipes is pretty in our pictures
the yoke is the dam holding back idle
fleet of formalities and the admiral’s posture
stiff as the wake at the point where the bow breaks
slack in the line, anchor still reaching

drift.