order and reality

this page out of order,
these boxes-
intentionally left,
blank.

The scrawled writing,
on a gas station bathroom,
may just amount to-
more poetry-

albeit vulgar subject matter,
atrocious diction,
torrid and tangibly unrefined,
languished and lavish,
bundled ridiculosity.

Perhaps amounts to,
a summation of,
more poetry than-
you’ve whence past,
drawn muster.

Create, radiate,
Dictate your total,
reality.

Focus,
with intent-

Execute.

I shall reccommend,
that you visualize,
and then at some point-

It shall come.