A foglio about poems that reach deep structure, well maybe, this new year

Arise
The floor
Says surprise
The door
Speaks
Change
Something squeaks
Rearrange
No thought
Except fear
The rug taught
Oh dear

In an
Argument
If you can
Ideas spent
Vocalize
Though mute
No surprise
Be cute
Then get pissed
Salute
The fun missed

I’m dead
No pulse
Pops my head
How else
Can I see
While closing eyes
Eternity
Without the skies
Speaking
Is gone
Listening
To none
Depth
Arises
Bereft
Of life’s surprises