Tonight I’m making the cross eyed effort
putting dots in order there on the blurry page
where I hoped they’d be mindful of me yet they misbehave
Ink is willful and fearless the pen a trembling coward
Paper a fidgeting child that needs to pee and won’t be still
Eyes untrustworthy witnesses who disagree
the left with the right and won’t testify
I give form to this notion anyway