Stalling

Presta atencion
Chalk thrown at a head,
disembodied,
nonentities,
frenetic, fierce, ferocious,
But whatever shall we do?
Whatever shall we do,
failing to focus for forever hours,
lifers, skypers,
i'm playing hooky in this world,
you aren't,
you are phenomenologically relevant,
i relegate, exposing my Achilles heel to all those with googly-eyes
Ahh, do you sense the bell jar,
do you ooze? do you ooze?
repositories of caramelized wishes,
as if you didn't know,
that's where i was going to go after all,
thinking about spaces,
taking up spaces, filling space,
space-time continuum,
wary, emotionally labile,
and smugness, all fog here, eerie, spine-tickling fog, kettle-induced fog,
had a tea party for two yesterday,
i was the only one there,
oh, i took a boat this morning,
to the off-stage scenes, the ones that only royalty can see,
morality-bound, mortality-bound, space-time continuum-bound,
is spiritually enlightenment on your to-do list today?
what kind of question is that, of course it is, of course it is, but then again, have you taken to writing lists of chores in pencil, since your typewriter can't be with you, or do you not have chores anymore? do you miss chores? i put too much soap in my dishwasher today, i felt like a character in a children's story, mopping up the heaps of delicate and comical bubbles, can you believe it, i have a dishwasher, and get this, a washer-dryer in my apartment, who am i? i should still hand-wash everything, or sacrifice my humanity right then and there, which is easy to do, forfeiting is easy, dignity is tough, but we are tough, lifers, must be lifers, sacrifices, don't cry MS. Teeming Spectacularly Teeming Woman, there are swarms today? swarms of what today?, don't feel cookey, don't feel vulnerable, or don't show it, i command the, parataxis, you went, you saw, you conquered, how is improvisation? it's taxing, dismantling, and sweeter than you remembered it last,
realized this morning, as i did my chores, no, had to confront this morning, that limbs are dispensable, imagination is not? we must read kant i suppose, are you reading?, that's all that i can bring myself to do, haven't ridden the street car yet, almost did, the doors closed before i could get in, maybe tonight, or tomorrow,
i'm sorry that this city is tainted in your mind's eye because its missing its Vietnamese Queen, and if you knew what was good for you, and listened to Bob Dylan, you'd come here soon.
WAYWARD SISTERS are holy.