No Irony Expecting Clearance to Land
i'm the point to taping fun yet. poem honer.
i and go are go forms that's just it
make the stopped taker dull over, thingers.
i'm just points, whilosophy
runnings is the would belie of
i am (say) thing who
and how i was
is the box (gnot remanded
i'm read asked my cheeks.
i needed to blow you with my know-how of knots how
i'm this maybe theresentry.
stupid it condition make it piss or dull cohere semi's.
i lieve if you lie, what pointer con. con
out this nose for facilitter leave ever dull
is pointent that imagine them i
knew like in you can
i in yes i have thing
course of consist, so poem,
everything or gasping
i sing to frame so as to say
at the look like who i fuck.
is this is really a poem
for the need to go into new ground
behind my own back.
lying to (not) be me.
secretly you are rubbing your heart rate
never rose above "a direction"
you know it's your ear to refreshen
my ideology drove me to break
i don't (i am) but thinking about (not) now.
i don't ( ) but want to push into the
the part where i'm the headless body, acephalus
meaty holes gushing or