Tense letting go catches, releases; Torn mouths fill this overfished pond. The question makes a quest From paper tigers Whose villainy always offers the infirm Their seat on the bus. Tendencies look over their shoulds And often rise on self shoulders To pause in the blistering sky. Where were we rowing Before the bridge came down? Disconnected odes suggest oars Develop thematic spiels. I am sitting on the couch Watching my mind unfold In the gray blend Between text I don't mean And blanks spaces I can't help but fill.