the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, May 17, 2010

In The Middle River Crossing

I can learn anything,
So teach me how to swim.
I keep the fire hose running
Until I'm all burnt out...not yet.
I regret negative time
With no net displacement,
And locked jawbones in my closest
Crowd their way into my basement.
In case you you couldn't tell
This may as well have been it all,
As I grip the hands of clocks
And compress the months I've spent,
Into what I've got left on my breath.
This is momentum at its thickest,
The strokes of genius at its best.

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