First New York Years
I have believed too long in sinking ships
have too many times
made myself the unrelenting honey bee
of lost coordinates.
I've chased dead-end jobs
and full-time loves
and wandered on to sinking ships.
While standing starboard again, startled
suddenly something just occurred to me-
Should I be stripped to just the wood
this ship would still a worthy vessel be.
For I am filled with eagerness and hope
and although I may grow weary,
I am full to brimming
within or without the sea.
If unseaworthy they deemed me,
and chopped me down to bits of fire starter-
the hottest licking tongues of flame would be
Proof
of the burningseekingsearing fire inside me.
have too many times
made myself the unrelenting honey bee
of lost coordinates.
I've chased dead-end jobs
and full-time loves
and wandered on to sinking ships.
While standing starboard again, startled
suddenly something just occurred to me-
Should I be stripped to just the wood
this ship would still a worthy vessel be.
For I am filled with eagerness and hope
and although I may grow weary,
I am full to brimming
within or without the sea.
If unseaworthy they deemed me,
and chopped me down to bits of fire starter-
the hottest licking tongues of flame would be
Proof
of the burningseekingsearing fire inside me.