SAME; DIFFERENT
my pain
is not very good
at breasting
the way
whatever my pen
might say
(so gotten
into the habit
of speaking
for itself
talking
to itself)
stick me in
a foam bath and
then I should
relax into
this enterprise
weave my way through
word possibilities
dodging
linguistic dissonances as
if they
were titanic icebergs
whatever
quantum fluctuations
float
your boat
Hokusai moment
at which
to posit the implicit
connection between
metatextual
and sexual
you may
well considet joining me
adding to
poem fun index
we could
team up tempestuously
come up
with something fine
and expansive or
cut the writing altogether
(in our altogether)