anyways: yet another poem written in a way i don’t myself understand

saltwater
drip
drip

drip
saltwater
drip

drip
drip
nothing there but empty space
oceans
evaporated
even we are
wonder
think for a moment do
emotions have emotions
feelings have feelings
thoughts have thoughts
sapiens have sapiens
ghosts have ghosts
scars have scars
jobs have jobs
you have you
we have we
I have I
have

? &

it feels like there sho
uld be more to this but mayb
e there isn’t. it feels like
there should be something ex
tra but there’s not. i am ne
ver sure what i should expec
t from myself there is never
a precedent.

saltwater

saltwater

nothing there but empty space
oceans
evaporated
if there were any to begin with–
+one would think
(or wou
ld one
? I su
ppo se
that i
s alwa
the qu
estion
isn’t i
t.)
that people would
have this natural
naturally built in
that
people would have this
naturally
built in you would
think.

it wouldn’t be the first time
i
found i was
somewhat defective
we all know that for a fact
i guess.
this winter is not my return to winter
this winter is not my return to anything
this winter is
not a winter at all and–
this winter will
be postponed this much
this winter i know will be inevitable
this winter is not a winter

except
i forgot about
the
second coming
of cold
maybe everything will hit me
then in the january rain so wet and
soft
;–& i bet you’d like to know
if things are going to
materialize in front
of you
but i can’t say
who can say

just waiting for my
saltwater drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip

okay enough of this shit.