post modern wednesday. or is it my thursday?
my week’s middle, where many begin end.
or is it they end where others begin to start?
this, how they want it. i play along. why,
i’m in love with games. especially if a return’s
seen. more notebooks, singing till a certain position
of clock arms. unfold board, arrange gobs.
curious how i measure what i think might zoom
past me, under humming vapor. translation
amusement. cheering, for another act.
for a then, cover in several now’s.
questions, why ever answers? they’re 2
definite dictions. moment incisions. only
blended ended’s. where it began, i used 2