I believe
In shiny things
a practical application
that finds me pennies
on quiet streets
glimmers on the concrete
that remind me of mines and ships
and sails and concepts like plunder
I wonder if I would make a good pirate
a corsair of the new millennium
my boat; my body, a vessel
sea worthy by all counts
except one
a deep distaste for the deep
you see, I believe
in shiny things
that scatter the surface
lie on the edges
are found in the creases of a smile
let me not find myself in oceans
I can't traverse
seas that leave me sunken
searching and not finding
things I do not need
1 comment:
this is wonderful g. and you know how i feel about the sea:) what a pleasure to read your poetry.
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