7.xi.22
1036
3.310
jockeying for position
a prepositional ode to perpetual
motion
I
am always getting beyond myself
getting
ahead, getting on
getting
away with
whatever
I can
now
and then getting off
jollies! all sorts!
‘get
down and get with it’
was
a thing once
nowadays
one ‘goes with…’
(no
questions asked)
but
maybe I’m getting ahead of myself?
there
are those who have
time
to time
found
me out of reach
remote
and
it’s true
just
once in a while one might go off on a tangent
off
with the bunnies
down
the hutch
round
around the garden
just
one false step
sometimes
go under
personally,
always plumbing the depths
two
steps on, one back
nabbed
flagrante now and then
at
the top
or
sometimes off my game
other
times, just off
I
am tripping myself up
head
over heels too
over
the moon
(you
know how it is)
I
am bringing up the rear
often
find myself behind the eight ball
fall
under my own wheels, say juggernaut
fall
on my sword as well
I
never get over myself
I
drive myself up the wall
round
the bend
off
my tits at times
I
am boiling over
horns
glow
smoke
pours from my ears
you
might say neither here nor there
but
on the way
over
maybe a rainbow
anything
come to me in a dream
sometimes
wake with these observations
overwhelm
myself with just here I am
and
so soon slip
but
quickly pick up, dust off
I,
the undersigned, am renewing my subscription
you
might say this is life
good
as gone
the
old tricks are up to me
pick
up where I was left
sometimes
even I have to wonder
where
it is I get off
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