legless with frozen, thawing hands in front of a breakfast fire on a sunday before I travel

what would I say to you...were you there and not last week's figment
how that disintegrated: power of word minder here I am beside the bed
as the old one deponders into his new road and becomes a ghost
that white whisp now seated by the bed how likely
hmm easily manuevered into a place of
what..
distracted without coffee...get some
this place called writing wherein we might print what we want to say
for a gathering to discuss how comes topic into the product we are there
to compute in our frames of logic:reference
and to display for all the poem we see as we describe this to ourselves
how like the lake at Lake Crescent
a deep well of mystery:our mind.../sss
that could be infinte'
like sylvia plath oh wait remember the pot roast
I keep saying that and one day it will implode all that
glorified exegesisss....laying on the floor rolling around wondering why the
skin doesn't fit
the whole house doing bad drugs...it's a mystery why any of us is there

crazy town with little children on board the mother the son the father the grandmother
here we are displayed...I cannot do this
the IRish burden
and so on into the knight JOhn Lennon spposed to dispute it
we'll see
an ordinary time

twas an ordinary time and we applauded it
for we fell in love with you and we was spliced
twas the grandest thing there ever was but then you went
with the fella was your ordinary long fore you twas mine
II should thing for all to see we should be happy
and you was mine all the world'd be there to see
but I got this hankering do be lost for down I come to see
and it's a strange opp'ed world we lives in I go there
just to be
and I am happy for it coming to me
there I long to be..