After C M
Not bright. I found a small quaint seat
inside of a crowd. I found an anchor, awaiting
inside of a sea. This remedy. I drop the needle
& everyone is dancing, then, everyone tires
quickly as if kinetic is only a word. I have potential.
This girl. This tea-cup. This poem.
You start out a genius. You can
only get worse. You're
driving a hearse.