Hello, It's True

Hello, it's true.
It's view, it's so...too.
It's such an inconsiderate thought
to go through with it,
but I'm here, I'm you, I do.

Hello, it's blue
and orange, us complements,
us side affects, us mix-ups,
us hiccups, us consonants,
us consultants, us pets--
why ask for vowels
when you got no whys only
whats, takes, gets.

Don't cringe, don't change,
it's the end of the range,
the last corner in the pasture
untouched by human hooves,
it's the untouched spot
you saved for the tree--
it's the round-a-bout way
you wanted to be.

Hello, it's me.
I stopped, I tinkered,
I tailored my shows.
I remarked how it goes,
how it snows, how it's plowed,
walker, talker, quiet
angler on the banks
pulling out the deceased,
so catch one that's fun,
catch something fat and lively,
catch a balloon, swooning,
an icon, moving,
a ship, wrecking,
a pie, beckoning,
a guy, cresting,
an arresting.


 

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