another lesson: repeating

my brain/mouth are inconsistent
my brain/mouth connection has a lisp
a forked tongue synapse or
time lapse between
the motions and the viewpoint
not doing this for you,
not doing this for you,
not doing this for me
not, seeing cross-examinations
of experience what-have-you-
done here for us, was there a second ago
cross-faded out of the room
in static, it is in static the
in it a world of, sighting a,
the woman you, was in the binoculars
all wind-blown and sun-tan and
melting butterscotch eyelids
drip onto me why don’t you
say “unto” like you meant it
before that door slides closed,
cut your hair off your hands off you’re
cutting it like that violently before
the priest could bless the stray
whimsical split ends now
rest counter-clockwise
who do you think you are not
doing this for you or
for God damn it doesn’t exist
fucking nihilist where has
it gone? turned to pointillism at
lisp cues now only seen
in select closed lids not
for you only for doing this;