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