I have many ideas for you     it’s time to meet
in this room I have

its color is very odd
torn like animals, half-apart and reversed

grey/pink, grey to pink how I hate it all
a morphed coral gullied absence of talk

and I’m glad you turn up with your great confidence
as if you could predate the moon

or buy me a new head

but I don’t know where your “viscera of the moments”
came from, nor do I

know the limbic system, its belt between what and what

I want to say it is the simple standing
            in a kitchenette

             the water cold and totally silver.

                                                                    A fight. A noise

because you’d driven off, down a caving stem of road
     “caving stem”      being
                                                           the brain being
              what you think I think