half of your intelligence is from congress
with other people
thus, without contact, last time
around in Poland
my intelligence
hibernated
or I lost
my vocabulary
which amounts
to the same thing
this time I talk
talk talk &
talk
if only
to myself
love songs
are the same
and they
keep pushing
my buttons
especially during
sleep
I dream
non-stop because
I set my alarm
at odd intervals
I want to live
with pedestrian
poetics
and sing woozy
on my feet
fumbling
around for my keys
wear my organs
on the outside
all our feet
make the big
city , the new city,
the only city
after this one
gets sacked and re-
sacked by the visa-
goths or some
other discontent
what I do
at my desk
is what I want
to do on my bed
it's about getting
comfortable
with your self
or selves
that shifting
flicker
we're gonna go
gooey
so better
not confuse
existence
with life