Sunk

Swim under me.

Feel the current change above your stroking

while you reach beyond every possible harbor.

Use my tired and pruned hands

when yours get infected with unyielding salt.

My soul has been pirated by your habit.

Is the greatest treasure buried somewhere deep in myth?

rudder

in a fitted rage I tore your portrait off the wall

watched it flame and sat amognst the ashes

laughing

is there anyone strong enough, bold enough, stupid enough

to take me on?

With All

I’ve had five and twenty years on this planet

To figure out that nobody has anything figured out.

And with that I’m one step ahead of the game.

But also, perhaps, hundreds of steps back.

With all of these knowledge fountains to drown in

I’ve chosen air.

And from my perch on high I see the dark silhouettes drifting

Occasionally bumping into one another.

Rubber ducks in an overflowing bathtub.