rounding back but getting nowhere,

coldly slowly

outdistanced,

undivided,

invisible

da da

cave in and we walk,

gliding,

nearer to the true source of this mutiny,

without ocean

minus legs

beyond distance

happen to mention

got too much extraneous here,

shock, and there i am,

consider me now

sidestepping time,

capturing the physical

rammed overboard

forget falling off ledges,

avoid lusty cigar smoke,

don’t be chased

be deliberate,

intentional

about realizing what you started after,

about completing this momentum slide,

somehow,

perhaps shielding some misplaced pain,

but what matters gets spread around

then finally gets done,

so score one for another self-created expression

it’s a lot more than tolerating,

it’s allowing miles to riff around inside in,

you a graciously wide receptacle,

perhaps silently grieving,

nonetheless

in this case accessible,

which,

as Juan Matos would certainly agree,

ain’t too comfortable a place residing in

St. Louis

1973