stand out in empty spaces please,
focus here instead on nows:
do not lose sight of nows,
do not be distracted by calls for hugging thirst for saving other worlds

solve your problems first please.
wade out into concrete jungles accept the solitude
given to you
through corruptions

that still find the time to plant new trees.
i never spent moments
registering up my ideas (they shouldn't be worth much,
they just wait and wait and wait)

but i know that they have weight,
they careen about they seem
to explode out they bounce around
on mind on page

from sex to mind to drug to war,
from man to slaughter to crepe to lore,
to notes a-strewn above on wings of steel
and clouds remaining unreal

from a lack of experience--
who here has touched a cloud?
--questions alive a-dancing on minds desert gray curves alive with sparks
and a distinct lack of moving us forward(

step step step step
concrete paths down to classes down to time
to trade again for thoughts to spend
on future considerations like When do we get a license?

for certain words to be brought back to use like
"God" and "de pressed" or "down" "not above"
not leaving "out" "tastes divine (truly evil)"
or the others dropped down the holes or cracks into cores

, incinerated among pushes for sex ignored
, or other breaths towords, violence
, deplored, out-pulled-under or-pulled-in
) ending among elevators

and
empty
screens
alight with
changes, shaken.