you am big you is
mumble stutter stumble
mutter (shapes on
paper, waves in
space) cant care
how hoaky
it is. the sound
alphabet. intentions and
everything. and everything.
o o those finicky
z'infidels, persnicketying
each's whatever and everything
embarrassing histories it's
all so so what now?
sing a rocker. maybe
name it "cant talk"
and oh what a song
it will be and oh
what a difference it
will make. i should
even say it should
most probably be
instumental. gosh
golly god again.
im always eaves-
dropping on these
awkward silences
