there was not an answer

there was not an answer
to the vague
to the left
to the right
to the quick, stampeding effortless grasp
that came from nowhere
and saved our forevers.

there was not a heart attack
amongst the assembled

there was not a flame on top of a head
around the gathered

and picking the those
from the them
was like
picking a nostril
and there is no
hair involved here.

i’m just saying.

there was not an answer.

there was a blood-letting.
there was a shout.
there was a laugh.
a hug.
a earthly boo.

there was a castle for
creating dictionaries
via strawberry piles
but

there was not an answer.

there was a treat.
there was a punch to the face
a blow to the ego
and a call to the unofficial magic the gathering hotline.

only then did we start to realize that
there was not an answer.

only a spacebar to forget
only a drink to sip on
only a heretic with a dunce cap.

and we forgot the armchair.
we also forgot the address.

we’re a mess.
are you a mess?
there was not an answer.

inside the keyboard the sequence patiently awaits
and it’s lion sleeps tonight, but
you, you my dear,
you, you can’t seem to stay awake either.

sleeping on it never seems to really work.
especially for this.
there was not an answer.
m.