we'll start with a ward against writer's block
may the words keep coming
when I don't know what to say

...

it's hard, sometimes
to pin thoughts down with symbols, or sounds
to reveal what's underneath the clear space before me
and turn a blinking cursor into something more than
blank spaces
or empty pages
without erasing everything

I'd say
stop and listen
because silence is a word that makes less sense
the more it's said
and
my most secret wishes
are also my most selfish
and
God save our children
they'll be more fucked up than our parents' kids

but, then again
we'll sparkle like stars, blurred like dreams
our screams pressing flesh
with every other sonic celebrity
the whisper, the gasp, the dramatic attacks of laughter
we have when we're asked the right question
or mentioned in headlines
our subtle deceptions
muddled intentions
and more words to describe the life of the party
we are noise-makers and performance artists
playing with an infinite spectrum of silence and some other stuff.

words are meaningless.
words are meaningless without experience.
my experience would be meaningless without words.

This is my love for You!
the crazy, ridiculous crush that glues my parts together
my cells are sweet for each other
like the sun is sweet for the moon
and the hour hand blushes when the minute hand approaches
the dish ran away with the spoon
and the cow renewed his vows
to his moo

there's a person in my head
he looks a lot like me
he gets me into places that I never dreamed of seeing
he turns me into people that I never dreamed of being
he urges me to say things that I have trouble believing
until they hum with authority
he farts in public sometimes too he's pretty smelly he --

Friggin' coyote. I hope it's normal to have an internal dialogue that plays tricks on itself. Where was I?

i'm a fool, a magician, a would-be star
playing cards with some serious dogs
the queen of hearts removes her suit
and sings the divination song
in major and minor keys and arcana
i'm just a mutt
but i won with the deuce
and if that doesn't prove
my unparalleled ability with the number two
we can go a second time.

we can go a second time.
are you confused?
so am i/me too (I can't decide.)
this might seem rude,
but would you mind skipping ahead a couple of lines?
the following is private:

locked in ritual a boxed-in individual enslaved by grapes the fox behaves accordingly obeys his morbid curiosity and flays himself for wanting more than he was offered taking more than he could chew he didn't need it anyway it's meaningless to everyone but you --- and you know who you are, don't you?

thank you.