state of poet

the

state of poet

is a 

poem

i

wrote

labored for a day

or so

on

its words

its

meaning

in

words

but this isn't it

it

began

like somewhere else

i

forgot but wrote it all down

can i

hear it

if

you listen

the

sea

another poem

tomorrow

another poet

state

of

occult image

to change

ones 

instinct

is to

change

ones

odds

of

survival

instinct

informs

physical form

one who 

changes

their

form is

known

as 

a shape-shifter

or changeling

these are Darwin's

creatures

to change form

is also

to change

identity

this

is all

important

who

one is

is

what one

is

5+4=13

everything
we spoke
it’s ridiculous was
so
long ago
lsd
the first
time I
to think
all this matters
before since
the reality
you
are a
star
to ten
years,
ago
maybe
later
after
everything
we shy
boy then
you saw me
before I saw I was
that we knew
that writes
before this
remember
ask
I
hands
of those
who
what else
was saw
reality
you I
was
clouds
a bright blue
sky
but that
this
1991
you’ve know
all the long
before memory
remember
this
that the first time
I remember
we meet
face could
a
man
I would think
such a there
the first time
we spoke
blurred moment
interrupted
baal
after you
was remember
so sad
I remember
was a of
you
lingers in
memories of I’ve
thought
of you
love
ever you
are
you
before that
my memory work
getting stoned
there was this
when there
was
remember
as I something
there
I bought your cd
how can’t recall
I can’t write me
reality
is not
so
simple
in the stoned
enchanted
was television
after write this
as I know
if it is I who to face
you wouldn’t
have noticed
or talked
you liked
my ideas
you
said

revelation baby

it's hard not to

think

when it's all

done

there'll still

be here

still be

now

it's too easy

to think

there's no

tomorrow

when it's all

in the past and

yesterday is

cold

it isn't hard

to remember

enough to

dream

another tomorrow

here with

the stillness

of the sea