strange poem.... thing again

As it's been awhile since I've posted any poetic pieces... here's one I've been working on. I'm fairly fed-up with it, and its ever-present uncertainties. I'm not sure it can even pass as a poem, but... poems are such incredible things. I mean incredible polysemously.

Anyway, if you have any questions, criticisms, insight about this poem, I'd be interested to hear what you've found in it... if anything (and if nothing, please let me know that too :) ). Thanks friends; your support and feedback is always appreciated.

Oh, yeah... the line breaks didn't all come out how I wanted them to... It looks quite a bit differently when broken up how I intended. Sorry about that.


TRANSIENT TRANSIT


Dorky driving toward joy, track it
Joy. Attain joy? Trickle try there
In this minute therein
Joy, joy. How it

Flubs, this trajectory. Know which?

No? Kiinndd that
That statement means, take-it


Cause sky grays-aside—cause
Postulating water-pools missed the body
That weary drips for encouragement?
Implicit how

There, when finished? Mean, mean

Syrup of words—swords squeezed personally, poly-consciously
Vice-versa Risk and provocative


Risks or deliberations? Do
Write particular without
Scalpel-carved holes of the cerebrum? Yes, that, taken-raw
Vegetable peelers to the forearms

Shuck skin away –All skins away–

Voyage toward another skin Bump raised in there
Horns inflamed Pigment-lack-luster


Indecent shoulders of another fit
This “trying out” suicide, if
Rather like it, minus
Part the dying There, within and

Upon track would open

Throw success against smear
And boundary collapse in right dismissal of gravity.