Here Is Some Aloneness

I'm sick of poems, man It's like shouting at the shadows But be okay! Notice that when you suffer so do they Tonight we're all needed everywhere With lamps on our heads We oar through short-memory pools Though I'm tired of that talk The ripping away from An anatomy of a lonely me The meter of the man and the might of a miracle Slammit, goodnight, words Damn you Now sleep A tributary well worth the damming of the Zen swirl Sea beavers rolling in the mist Night now Say, night now