THE I DONT KNOW BOWL

raised to admire
an unreadable environment.
though
if i had to title
my people i would do it.
listen
you accelerate my gash.

what a harrow does
a winnow doesn't;
so it is, your name.
for label, for i forget.
for labeling.
humid words furnishing
all i see. a blank bowl of words,
root prying riot from prior
because.

lit out to varnish once more.
did and shook hands
in the tunnel through a brick of light.
i can't see that light going off.

clean bowl blank in the
cabinet next to
my cup, a darling among cups,
and an extra
i will smash in you.