day three: lose your hat, your mittens; find a mouthhouse. find your children.

the lady has a sound. it be nothing but a fig, forget-me-now, or not, or never that trembles on the branches during the terrible weather. the lady has a sound when she slides across the ice with her ice picks that stick her toes as they stick-stick-tick her trail across the lakes.

the lakes. i drank them with my jelly, my jam, a piece of burnt toast (black), and--at last--a mortar ball that signals morning.

wake wake! fire the morning day.
fire the morning late
fie-fie. the morning's late, and i am sleeping.
fight the morning without your eyes
and eye the the that thes when you haven't the.

you are the we commence with our polite hello.
i never realize why this comes to be what it has been.
i've never idealized what i should have been.
i could have found my answers when i was much much other.
othering somewhere else with other things.

yet i don't speak to you. a you. i haven't spoken to a you for too long. two, i dream or think.
pretend to think or other. pretending until i have much longer than a day to think about my day. much less time to know where i'll find the time to sleep. much more time to do and do. and never really know that i've done. which, i think, reminds me of the life that i would like if i were a piece of pillow, a feather that falls from the forty-second floor. it falls and falls and falls some more until i find it falling outside my window with the. the. the. shiver. shiver the too-cold. shiver the pockets of floating snow. shiver until--no longer--you remember what it meant to something. or what it meant to what you shouldve been. or what you wouldve been. or where you wouldve gone. or how you shouldve gone. or how you'd like to... this. and to that. to find a... a this or a that. or... i want to listen to the equals that i've written. i want to have what i've wanted and no longer try and recreate or remind or just keep trying to try and try and be a little bit of something that has to try and try to find my finish. or something else. or something that i've found. or just lose a lost that loses. i'd lose a lost to lose and lose my thoughts for you.

you you? who are you, you? you'll not listen to the syllables bebundling bundles between you swollen cheers... as you say 'cheer' and 'cheer' and laugh until you're here. and then laugh. laugh. laugh. laugh.

to be rutted is to equal. be but a rutter and be equaled.