waiting and tomorrowing
(they’re pregnant with eternal costings)

everything’s always conjugating
conjugating conjugations
synergizing synergizings
with all other things
entangling on enfolding unfolding
in a boundless caressing beholding . . .
but you looking at all of us here
how we’re clotting-up stress’n
hollowing inside this echoing gloom
down here underneath this bottom line
of our own obsessing orchestrating
“so why am i seeing me willingly not seeing
this smattering splashing here who’s we
swallowing us all in corrosive bellyings
of our cold and lonelying manic-erous !me!”
imploding!! we wallowing on in the ruse
of our serpentine-ing midnight rouges
rolling vitiationing souls for tabloid news
and surging swirling dirgings of the blues
running faster’n’faster!! no slowing down
falling down falling down falling down
shooting our selves up in snorting it all
vicariously marching on loudly fringing
desperately transmorphing our selves
absconding on inside the schisms
of roguish legislations in between
as we’re rapidly invisibilizing
on here in our own
self excusing recusing
“but if i spread my wings and fly
whom will i touch and who will touch me
what will i do and what will be done to me”

Copyright © 2015 Asili Ya Nadhiri