cocoon-e-ry-ing

i’m some where here inside this here
sopp’n this gross submission growing
on thick treacherous norms of denial
in mouths’n’eyes of plaintiff dreading
“i’m so tired and scared of being
so tired of being scared ”

blowing on hands rolling then for when
when for then and what as never ever
this aint no action portending repair
it’s just a common drooling of despair
i’m always aping some nother other
who’s a some body else just like me
stoutly excusing them selves too
—”oh no! No! NO!
it aint never our fault”

always try’n to wish my way around
the constant cornerstone-ing of now
by just staying right on here like i is
inside this yellowing transpicuous wall
of a desolating womb of suspend
with nothing acting as my subtend
not even a shadowing of again

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