Rezolute

Triangulated the both sides of it through a dashed line

Designated unfinished

So to duck-dart the legalese

Dotted Is’ time

(dimensions too

countless to bear)

Your rage is boorish

Buddy I’m snoozing. Checked out months ago

Pinned and pining for a champagne finish

Came back to never really say “I’m sorry”

On behalf of both us pained

and huffing a coal-fusion soot from the pizza kitchen

no soap or Oma’s hands could wash

Reserve spare precious sentencing

Till you man enough to see em sent off

 

That seal looked me out in his waters and refused a judge

Ghost seeds, barely observed, mark the contusions

sewn upstream and left me irregular

I’ll flood instead Bop Shop No. 1

(good lord the waste boggles me)

In terms of trickle theories

Facts: Rules are one droplet upends the solace

The space awaits its cadet’s orders

Word up on it is earths sat and spun

for this hard-fought hierarchical flip

‘Fore it was always the big pitcher for these sipping lips

To addle with overflow, the God ‘zilla still in the mist

waiting for the designation “done”

 

Mindlessly encrypting folders in manila

For all-too-known daughters tucked away as writeoffs

Both ends of the purse open up to end the droughts

The reins spooled where fists spill over into wrists

Like my unfellow white

On the greens we too plot to own the suns

the coincident scars

the fissures of almost winning

the dodged sights now seen

Intrepid shapes, long and saucerlike among stars 

and jaguar-mild

favor me, their child

 

I can’t lift it up

I can’t lift it alone

I can’t skip this again

It’s all in my hand