3 am

I don't know. Maybe I'm just reading too much Michael McClure. Here's a 3 am composition, written 6 1/2 days ago.

still being eyes like stiller best
nature forming cerebral
syllables
yr
wrinkled conflict lift
lips or tilt low
found this flattened
think
I'd sway for you but crested and
tire instead we cant
ed. lemons cant lemonade drunk for
yr thirsty neighbors thin I think
like like I like this thinking time
just quit before I like this
thought
wants
needs
temporarities
weeks between seeing range truths
heard gushing sit embank
ed collecting molecular
followings cluttered
feet
hands
rushing though
eye scapes forming this honey
3 am converging difficulty
look when you earth
up centrifugals prostate
still being preluded with affirmity now
tooth breathing. sprouting masks
looming in smiles thawed
the like
the thought
the foot
the weighs
the door
the exchange particular
paint brushing guitar
the string
you reverberate sleep can like
my ears
to wind fingers
the branch
the stringer
neither does one
2
3
4
5
collections fly printed
patterns being. proximatize
exhalation towards hub for

thinking