Unnerved journalist, attitude curved–
Terse in fits. Record progressions, even when bored, slow lessons leave
Me with more blank than remedy.
Is the patten ending, please–
Add additives so my math fits lived.
No just matching shapes, I swear there’s an aim to this.
Somewhere. Under shells,
Behind waves. Journals standing
On their own graves. Supposed
2B funny. My fault, turning around,
Looking for baked bravado.
Forced my eyes to rearrange my
last statement. Reconcile months.