poem: considerations, 10/3

if you interrupt me again i will loose
(my shit) my composure. iced coffee? southern
california? in the ghost ships i am heat, wallowing through
the mountains. someday the shore, the sea will catch
and make sense of me. or i will, again, rope it
into mythology. poetry that is song lyrics that is
ancient zine. if you interrupt me again i cannot
study for this exam i cannot finish this article
on political aesthetic in [filmmaker’s oeuvre]. is it
unreadable? of course my shit is loosed all
over the place i still struggle to understand rock in forty
minute symphonies for me it is always
about rage.