person talking

[parch]

There is no greater torture than the self.
Easily eaten and eating the worm,
I am person trying to think outside,
the rind,

the engagement of color. The engagement
of a woman to a man
and a man to a man
in this today day world.

People are the topic in this today world.
There is a subject and predicate.
there is me,
endevouring to endevour,
forever;

would you like to smother it out?
Who do you think you are anyway?
Am I? I am, and

there is a book of reading
glasses like big pepsi bottles.
And a child reading quietly,
refusing to go out and play in the yard.

And a child reading loudly,
proclaiming,
"I must go out into the yard!"

And a child doing what
he will be doing.
What will he be doing today?
Make him do something.

If he is not dancing

there is a person on the phone saying
something
in that not so discreet wink tone
"can I get a cup of brown sugar?"
as if there were ever enough cups
and ever enough sugar
and a person with a phone talking.

I have always wanted to be a person talking,
talking talking and sometimes listening, often the butt of jokes and eating turkey glistening.
What other things could be glistening?

Let us go on an adventure, or take a tour maybe of the way we
speak and giggle. You touch me on the side when you walk by and
don't lock eyes like you should
your eyes in mine.

[machinery]

I have this printed out and am working on ripping it up.

other than that, I did some searching for that bongos work and didn't come across it. But I did come across a couple on here and some on Neo-Beat Hotel that you should look at.

I was also thinking of a non-fiction look at spring from the eyes of an evergreen. kind of far-fetched, but I think it would be really fun to write. hope you're home when I jingle.

[machinery]

ok ram, i've looked at your poem. dont' get mad, but i diced it up and i'm gonna present to you the finished product of my mental knife. tell me what you think.

engagement
of woman to man,
man to man, woman
to woman
in this today day world.

people are the today world,
a subject and predicate,
endeavoring to endeavor,
forever...

a child reading quietly,
refusing
to go out in the yard,

a child reading loudly,
proclaiming,
"I must go out in the yard!"

and a child doing
what he will be doing.
what will he be doing?
let him endeavor.

if he is not endeavoring,

there is a person on the phone
talking something,
as if there wasn't enough
phone talking.

always a person talking,
talking talking but barely
listening.

go on an adventure
and take a vacation
to the language of self.


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[machinery]

i hope you aren't mad. I just saw what i saw and my idea of your poem may be totally off...

i reversed your opening line to my ending...
and it was a glorification of self, the language of self is thought i imagine, which is silent.

do i totally have this one shipwrecked or am i close to shoring this puppy?

get back to me.