Plank
November 1st, 2007
Today is just one of them days
when the boss has a bee in the bonnet,
And all the decapitated fish being fried
have a salutation in 241 tongues of fishy clemencies
searching the penitence of my nose…
At least the residents of the mental hospital
across the street smile with the tiles
and the trees and anything laying on the mural sea
or the sebaceous underground from the landfill
where they done built
Strange follows me or is it…
I set the mood with my linguistic mind?
Today’s mental list:
The black belt, the turn, the drop, the take
The breath, the run, the weight,
The how much of this can I take?
the school, the grade,
the time don’t waste, don’t hesitate,
the cam, the comp, the internet
the job, the money, the pay,
the heavy hobby mountain
climb
exploration
exultation,
conquest is so divine…
There are so many things to do
Anything and everything all at once…
And I wonder why
I can’t take a decent photo of myself
but I love the pic on my student’s phone?
Why is it so hard to hide
this jelly heart of mine?
Unsatisfied with concrete things
I feel like I’m walking the tight plank
To a place I know that always hurts
It’s so difficult to want to trust another.
The pirates wait in line…
It’s just one of them days.
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