I think if I could kill
An alphabet, and I could,
If I would, kill anything,
If I could, if I would,
Kill any art; If I could,
If I would. I’d kill
Myself…

Isn’t that the nerve, the verve of
Otherism? I don’t remember,
Anymore. I think that’s not even
A word. Why kill? Why not fill?

If I could live
An alphabet, and I will, could
You kill me, if you would? I know you
Couldn’t participate in violence!
I feel so safe, another’s waste.

Whatever’s now
Will be what is again. Christianity?
I’m thinking so, not toad’s repose,
Just a word, superstar.

Here I go, again,
An alphabet, some other lipped,
How satisfying, a word begotten,
Again, as if it’s itself.

Like a bluff…

But not…

Everythings all right
Now, everything’s fine,
It seems the world come-ons
Because it can…

Close your eyes, close your eyes
And forget me tonight. Gotta quirk,
Tomorrow, they love me there! Gotta
Send me out there, tonight.

Cannot revile you, cannot defile me,
Cannot function if I could! Don’t you see
Me, kettled and kerneled, don’t you why/wonder,
What’s going on. I guard against principles! Oh,

What again can be second hands, what
Wouldn’t love naught! Why where would it
Have you, wouldn’t you want all that? I don’t see
Reality puffed up. Can’t you,

Unmuttoned, feel like a button, couldn’t you
Just run amuck? I think the skewing, with killing
Brewing, advances me naught. I might

Remind you, terrible times drew a lesson
That’s nought. I might remind you, I don’t care
For yokes of existence.

But. Not again.
I don’t like yolk,
Or white. Say goodbye,
Pray tonight I’m all right…
If you can..

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/27/10