angst cycle (iii) — [θ] (i)

pas accident
j’ai crée a reputation online
wit no accident
but sophistication de la nuit
i have not that
i have never

c’est mon arrondissement
le nom
le reputation
iowan
i have not it built
i have it though anointed

it is a hum
to lost is to fell
a hollow earth beneath mon innocence ancient

i feel like a slow walker
herded by cyclists
i was dawdling
they misread their map

all i said was
no this is that path
and suddenly i’m the trouser
wainwright

it’s a crap so inaccurate
it’s like seeing an open atheist
pray religiously to mecca

but i do need
to pull the string
tug the ocean monster
out the underneath
to sunburn land