again ya'll say
y'here' ?
u knew earlier didn't you, huh
so now I must align the face. maskmarks are a way to
ask
parts so prettily Nodlike --of you--you- and the day
kinda tired and then neighbors and and a silver cough
around your everything
the one caption-band
'hello'
go get it
I'm not laughing
doesn't reincarnation mean, a half-boner of night?
word after word
you thought again
wasn't I sitting
ah yes
so run-thru ie I see roadmaps
right
I mean
sorry
you mean so much and are
you you---the
unconvinced
you warned me against
the bondgerous tiny
the Where
oh o listen to me
you you tied me
clever & nice even my hair wasAware
and again the plastic mattress you smirk
so again you
explode in my head
you yourself think only in light
(joggily --- hehe)
you keep thoughts
in a oneword cell
it's not puddypoo
but the you
oh, you are being metaphorical and things
you dirty blurt, back rack
it's my hand to be held
hello!
if hands could
did you
or is it that unlikely
repiphany
and no desire for confetti
in your knot-hard-heart
and
my head all in you
and only then
I feel you, listen 2.
and so
the weeks run funny
on: 'strands of brainwood'
I say, sliver and like,
& & drink in all your faceless drip
ions of weird, you do not like all the slack
the trend,
eeew half bloodhound the the
you are Lautreamont
one I see
you wander for mockingbirds
yes
a new french with only one glove
we spend hours counting snow
we think
walk &
remember going
stupid memory
standing
walking the mean cold floor
convergence. rewired repudi-refrain. when and what in
early
'phospholuminescence'
all very beffudingly
I am rawpunzel
dreaming
you had to be that one inmysleep
don't you cringe, you sacred know-glass
stand in it
naked and singing!
my calming milk
I could knock out your very 'no snow' window
if I wanted to.
Tasha Klein lives in the Chicago area. She is a receptionist for a retirement facility. She is inspired by the poetry of Anne Sexton, Jim Morrison & e.e. cummings. She has been published in numerous e-zines, and her work can be found at the old Unlikely Stories under the name Tasha. Her book, Trumpets Made of Nothing But Slobbering Snow, is forthcoming from Pudding House Publications.
Methmaker's original poem can be read at Moontown Cafe.