I is Another
err slur ur blurring
this I and I and I
ack ack lady is
at it again
screaming “ack ack ack ack ack”
at her window all day long
a reliable performance
pulling open the curtain and ack ack acking
till someone sees her
then she disappears
ack ack ack she goes
slowly churning minutes
with her sounds
untamed
projection of
primal core that we confine
in delicacy
and distance
drawls of color
you know you sometimes want to
“ack ack ack” away the afternoon
squacking squeaking gravel voiced
errring release this I
between eye and eye
loosen the reigns
a gallon of dark
drip of the ripe here.
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