Zoom In

don't expect to be praised
every time you raise a middle finger
 
detonator where an ending meets a beginning
there's no way around it
 
you are busy modulating retractions
this silence is curved it is a road
 
friendship tripping over us
keeping us informed
 
you suspect these constants
are disguises      desk   hangar  drawer
 
words as doors
as if they had been expecting you
 
a perfect pitch does not
always deal with basics
 
the ruination of the tango
to indulge every impulse
 
& head for deadends
 
tell me you've got my back
give me a moment to zoom in on the data
 
each lunacy is there to be spent
 
when the sun became needy
i sent him a mail