bleating for attention
seated for ascension
as the lift goes
and my shepherd wears my fathers face sewn into his evening wear

out to sea again
sub mariner below the break
facing surface tension from the undertow
say goodbye, wave

you’re pretty from a distance,
near sighted seeing
landmarks assistance
sought light house
just fog, only rocks
warm wishes

blasting psychic entanglements
in a crowded closed container
until the mimicry of consciousness
impersonates itself and makes
the chimp feel less alone
looking at a mirror

every thing distinctly identified
inexplicably unified
even the harsh reality
cutting up homogeneity
is as what it wrought
crowned in mindless thought

worn letters of the pressing
expressed themselves enough already
return to scrapped antiquity.

annoyed plenty with hungry ego wailing
just tired and ornery with lust
portrayed as art,
devised as if peekaboo still piked,
clever hands cover naive eyes
and laugh when the expectation drops.