what's happening -- nothing
even those old dead poets
wouldn't know shit about
elbows on the table,
same wood of a ship,
square-rigged w/ high European
features, all being nice,
makes them smile toothlessly ( nice )
serious is the tip
of a sword as young as
its possessive country
home from work you
take off the day
buds from your hair,
your rock shoes
read the depressed difference
compare levels of disgust
in cheeks and brows
on a day I sit outside
in a fold-out chair
simply to feel something
