i pass the arrant passage,
the arrant passage
of time, but I never think
‘WTF!’ – I never think that –
that’s a kind of humility
that’s like glutinous turds sitting
on lips of bowls for clearing up
later
later – no – now – cuz dreams are urgent
but enuff – wait –
i pass the arrant passage,
the arrant passage
od whine, but also not so,
but also wine – that kind of wine,
that’s not screaming or gleaming
but just an honest message
like actually you know
you hurt me, you fucking do,
like saying simply
eyes dry – oh so dry –
ykw I cannot live with
hatred or designing
or scrorn or veridisimilitude ...
I scarficised my life for you
and what the fucking fuck do you do?
cool beams, cool streams,
speak my sam my echivenene
tel me how to pass water
through my liquid hands