Been Dover Beach
a poem for a moment now already passed
a poem to and about no one but me and maybe Matthew Arnold
a quasi narcissistic masturbation that means nothing beyond what it means

Grab your ankles let’s get
Intimate for a moment
Now already passed
Growing learning gingerly
Earning ego stamps with every poor choice
Raping whirlwinds of
Cliche and catatonia with every self
Righteous reach creeping
Under punctuation
Commaless karma
In and through the bloodbaths of historical
Fiction hysterical faction incisive
Indecision and endless revision while an
X still marks the spot
I try desperately to erase from the fabric
Of this insoluble and/or insolvent sunrise that I’ll
Never let stay set even if it means I must bend over with you

        and shoot the moon