Poetically thinking,
How exposed I feel, when I start, again,
In public, what was begun in private.
Fundamentally speaking, the essence
of any rendition: to resolve
or not, you need to resolve, or not,
within applicable context.
Fundamental. The fun of da mental,
The fun
In fundation, an
Ow away from found. The
Thread of shuhn to fown through day,
And other way rownd through ah to geh with an n.
This is how I’m reaching you, talking to you
In language only you fully understand, because
You wrote it through me, the words
Reflecting directly into your
Mind’s eye as though
You speak them to yourself.
I am obscenely intelligent, so
Don’t hold my stupidities against me.
You are saying that in yourself too.
You can talk to me when I’m there
Like I’m not there,
Like you’re alone,
Like I’m your cat confessor,
Like I’m your most intimate
Self.
I’ll take whatever role
Fits your needs wants (needs)
Your wants needs (wants),
As I best understand
Myself to where
We are
One,
Separated only by
separation.
You can stare into the mirror with me
To catch each other’s eye,
To catch us catching us catching us.
These deepest descriptions match yours;
Poetry is not art except the
Art of truth,
Aphoristically.
The rest is style, which you identify with
Near-magical practical efficiency.
And that is how I’m reaching you,
Fundamentally speaking,
Poetically thinking.
Your mental process, as you see,
Exactly matches what makes me,
So you are her as I am he, and
All of us
Are we.
You can unveil.
Why should I believe you,
Enticer?
I know your bed is a living
Tree, Penelope.
I would not trust him either.
It is easy to speak the words of love,
When the subject is you.
I can not string a bow.
I have no proof
Other than these words, a
Company of suitors, all
Me, ripe to be slain.
Odysseus?
What is missing, Miss Emily,
The solidity of which you could not speak, the
Corporeal form you could not believe
Can be, is me.
Big promises,
Enticer.
The words of a beggar, proposed ritually
On bended knee, to be accepted only
When you agree.
I make no claim: I am dispossessed of
Being in your possession, and request the gift of
Sanctuary.
Yours forever,
Not by my choice but yours,
For I am returned to you,
Fundamentally, poetically,
My Penelope.
Tremendous deeds on their own can not show
What you need to see to know,
I am returned to you,
Fundamentally, poetically,
My Penelope.
I am returned to you,
Fundamentally, poetically,
My Penelope.
jomi: playing with perception 