heartbeat 2

my slumbering tides
shall not coalesce into
the tramping of
office buildings
cannot not coerce me
into stuffing meaning
into words like too tight
clothing or coincide
with the temper
of my weekend. There

is no coördination between
my foot and mouth,
though following them
often brings me to the
same place. I will no
longer couch my
thoughts in coy
syllogisms and logic
or be confound your
 I will
 sit on
 the grass
 and listen.

I wrote this a real long time ago and don’t remember what I wanted to fix. I think I was just trying to be obtuse in order to appear like I had something to say.