Sound Before Whew

I scraped the accreted poetry

from my teeth

before pouring another

drink of marbled time

sipped hungrily while full

whew

I commend myself for these

depths of cognizance that

ride up my willing suspension

as if Roosevelt's boys were home

and needed sweated hard

when i realize the overtones

whew

She approaches with caution

my hand is gentle and she allows

my heart is robust and she allows

i had to shore that up you know

immediatly distant and suspicious

you retreat

whew

i am sentenced to not prose-ing

about while cleaning my poesy whites

that chew and spit and make me gag

my day sometimes or for drama n e way

and there's always this sound you know

this sound crowding you always crowding

whew