Branch 1: Secondary Revision

Secondary Revision Notes:

 

Too Human to be Afraid of and Spirits

Can i borrow your lighter?

Sure. i say.
He is descended in his own eyes
Mulling over premeditation
Lighting the stump of a cigarette.
i look into him. He cannot remember
the last time he was more.

Can i have a cigarette?

No, I say.
Swirling drowning

Unable to keep contained and 

i did not want to get wet.
How long had he been gone
To the people of the sea?
He did not even hear language
Only felt denying wants.

I'll steal one.

you can try, i say.
now that i know what will get through
To him, i talk more with spirit than with words.
See contemplation a physical encounter,
The most human he has been.

I'll steal one.

You can try, i say.
He tries to push fear into me
Tattered flannel vest, ripped sleeves,
Dreadlocks  incoherency of
Thoughts and speech and movement.

I'll steal one.

You can try, i say.
Like an adolescent moon, he tries
To pull me into him  his tide.
i see him. for him today, i will not getting wet
My earth remains. offended
He moves down the street.
His spirit spitting off  of his tongue.
i was only potentially stronger.
he Crosses the street, walks up to a man.

Do you have any change?

No, said the man
Afraid of the questioner.

As are some families passing
not wanting to get wet.

I'll steal some!

you will what? says the man.
the questioner pulls out a chain
Whipping at the man.

I'll steal some!

stop! cries The man
With forearms
With volume  afraid
Of swirling drowning.
the questioner continues.

I'll steal some!

stop, yells The policeman
unsheathing Baton
striking the questioner
on forearms knocking the chain
skittering onto the street.

I'll steal some!  I'll steal some!

stop, Two more 
driving Two more batons and 
Two more forearms and
the questioner not possessing enough
humanity. the policemen too human
To be afraid of spirits.
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Secondary Revision:

Human and Spirits

Can i borrow your lighter?

Sure.
He is descended in his own eyes
Mulling over premeditation
Lighting the stump of a cigarette.
He cannot remember
the last time he was more.

Can i have a cigarette?

No.
Swirling drowning

Unable to keep contained,

How long had he been gone
To the people of the sea?
He did not even hear language
Only felt denying wants.

I'll steal one.

You can try.
To him, i talked more with spirit than with words.
Saw contemplation a physical encounter. Saw
The most human he had been.

I'll steal one.

You can try.
He tries to push fear into me
Tattered flannel vest, ripped sleeves,
Dreadlocks incoherency of
Thoughts and speech and movement.

I'll steal one.

You can try.
Like an adolescent moon, he tries
To pull me into him  his tide.
for him today
My earth remains. Offended
He moves down the street.
His spirit spitting off  of his tongue.
Crosses the street, walks up to a man.

Do you have any change?

No
Afraid of the questioner.
As are families passing

I'll steal some!

Pulls out a chain
Whips at the man.

I'll steal some!

The man with forearms,
With volume,  afraid
Of swirling drowning.

I'll steal some!

The policeman
Baton striking 
The questioner on forearms 
Knocking chain skittering
To the street.

I'll steal some!  I'll steal some!

Two more 
Two more batons and 
Two more forearms and
The questioner not enough human. 
The policemen too human
To be afraid of spirits.