If I Were E.E. Cummings

"That mouse was a panzer tank and I was like, 'Whoa,' and stepped back."

                                                                             -Edward Hoeppner

let’s go said me
but why said he
because i want to said me
no matter said he

this isn’t a joke said me
i’m not laughing said he
but you’re me said me
who’s we said he

we?said he
indeed said me
make we said he
you must said me

i dare you said me-he
how?far said me
(too far said we)
i’ll do it said me

(i’ll bleed said we)
we’ll see said me
nevermind said he
leave now said me

(or what said we)
i’ll:i’ll said me
like i thought said he
!fuck!you said me

--you first said we
deep down said me
(down below(said he
nothing )makes confusion( said We.

In Winter

These trees have become so much more during this winter month.
With so little left of them
I begin to understand
or comprehend
or gain glimps.

Three seasons rotted off;
This is the nature of these trees and so many others.

I press flesh upon flesh to try to become apart of this.
But in this body I see it too.
There is a core in here
or a tree in this vessel
or a life force flowing.

Isn't it curious when it can be seen? In winter?
How much must be removed
for this to be shown
or be brought forth
or be imagined.

These branches are concrete. They are castles.
Hidden in a burst of birth and haze.
But today we can see them
or I can
or no one at all.

Are we any more real as ghosts?

Flesh-less? Like the winter?

A jigsaw rendering entertainment, remove my pieces and I am what?
Am I less; My shadows and dreams rotted?
What would a winter make of me?
or my winter ponder
or nothing at all.

While these trees,
Simply being,
Are so much more in winter.