pg. 5. block

block me Here and block me Right but bat your lid and Left I did

p. 4. Antibiograms

you said S. Pneum. should be italicizing
I kicked myself for rushing and gushing
not for impressing but for not Latinizing
and excited was I, To please and please please Let me please!
I licked each bug fonting wonting haunting to squeeze and wheeze
not for grammarizing but for romanticizing
and said I, Pivot Tables

you have not yet seen yet should be shown 
I picked my chances and by chance
an antibiogram tailor a one man champ
not for big conglom shoo sham but one woman heart dam goddamn!
I tramped Excel and VBA, a withering foray guising to soirée sans bay
yes with sparkly tricks of a stable ivy livet gable  
and you I, Turn heavy bourbon'ed tables

pg. 3.

what I do with her I want with you
pull and push so as to pull closer

pg. 2.

I don't have a good reputation
for which you fear the truth of
I want and don't want to disprove
for when I fear, there is untruth

I don't have a good expression
for which I suffer aloneness
I want to show you some possibilities
for you fear, and I want to unearth

pg. 1.

little pieces of velcro you throw at me
i stick and unstick to stick again
along the x-axis of Time 
patches of existence non-existence
each second each void

i hold out my open palm you land
don't twitch but muscle does not listen
like you feel my grasp already
you flow and fall through spaces connecting  
each finger each beat 

you land and fall along the axis
i stick and unstick what you give me
what you take away
and i hate you for it

i land and fall along your whim
you are so stingy with your velcro
enough just to keep this alive
and i want you for it