"I can not give you my full attention."

It is somthing that has been taken from me

in bits and fits and starts

by the sucking feed of fakery in which the rush of genius is packaged

in these days.

 

Poetry, for instance, can't seem to happen ritualistically

like a milestone marked with a phrase in a blank book

dated

rather it comes on in a rush, a wolf pack of fragments

of meanings in rough association

with teeth

and more to come...