if the will of others and their directional notes
here there
at times right in cognition
as conversation
though mostly as angered expectation
through forceful airy placement
are intended to instigate action
it hasn't worked
my frustration with my daily routine
may see me seated
peering at other's stories
or imbibing dark malted liquids
staring at another screen
or at pages
frantic with the experience of bombardment
those with voice
those with capacity
blaring through the cracks
and as in my childhood's notion
through peephole(s)
if you you lot could be inside me
not in voice alone
though in manner
and means
maybe one day
the writhing will stop
and the writing will begin
