2013 poem — where taketh me?

Lightning, sculpted for my

pen speech.  Breaking into mind

house.  Charged even before I

enter.  Mind patrol.  Away roll.

Sail over to numbered sights.  Map

lies.  I’ll find it, I’m not worried.

itemize  everything  no beat  lost

cant sing     no more blogz

nothing not paper

only what i can touch  4ever

see    me   picasso

hopefully   the quiet bothering me–

So I reconstruct.  Progress on wine’s oddity tree.

confer with another toll, roll for soul’s tee.