of the out of doors,

of the witty remark!
of jealous anguish!
of the enticing rebate,
hangnails,
diatoms
and the eternal debate

of alpha and omega!
of internal division!
of a blissful t.v. haze,
eunoia,
arterials
and fits of malaise 
   
oh blessed intelligence!
oh transistor disaster!
oh spoiled appetites,
calamity,
calming down
and turbulent nights

nearby,
god blogs on overnight binges -
saturated.
grace be those fractured frictions,
those jealous divisions,
those calamatous blisses
and blissful anguishes 
  (!)                
of the out of doors:

where
too people are collected;

  siding by idling cars
  (scrap heaps of
  sparkling city blocks)
   - no longer speaking.

i, the dearly excised, exhumed exhausted,
tomb tumbling, distracted by
my own soliloquy and obliquely numbed
confusing apology with apologia 
  
  there is a newness
  sent ten months late
  .(it is still arriving)

i, embibing embalming fluid,
clutching trunkated tumults,
trudging on to return 
to my former numbness.

  a lively banter is
  sauntering through doors
  (falling over, reverting to 
  organic clusters, freckles.)

  climbing up walls
 i see myself:

slipping into my sarcophagus
a moving image, yet still, imanige