untitled (unsaid)
i find myself pretty good
the seat is exactly angled
though it might be the only angle
the seat's been on
sometimes life escapes into a life besides itself
it's a shame how that is
not the case constantly
and all the time
my hand spins when it drips the plasma
successfully contorting calmly
the thought of the unsaid
it's easy to feel important when speaking of the unsaid
it's easy to set the sails and say,
haven't mine heard of yours before?
won't we look clumsily away when all
the splendorous maritime design
needs to flaunt its anti flag
is wind wind wind
/poems/