Good Night Poem 2.0 (. This came last/reaction comes...) by Ariel Riveros

{P phonemes and a place to start amongst many

points including                        smoothening adrenal emotions that

have no popularly exchangeable        name and we

(these words) can catch

no waves if any         attempt is made today to nail down

terms that cover hot coals         with linen

immune)/my gut                               rumbles almost make a word.




exchange relays         knit surface         on scissioned paces

of a palmistry         of the foot/ and the dip/and

the foot/                         and the clamber up to torque}





In breathing the immanent                  process

of a poem (this one               first   )     I jetty in the

backstep and my moment               gets the pingback. voice,

thoughts of this here                          weave then pearl. In the muck




I know an attractive mot might

have made good if                        not lost. I don't

remember the content. Shimmer makes                   memory.

The depthless surfastream                    saw small fish

(is this unrecalled a low quality bait?)




The sleep genes are          grabbing

ankles. subfire bids.