Holding the tension
Fun or money
May you live in
Why be happy when you could be
The most interesting woman in the world?
What if all a storm’s water fell in a single raindrop
We would be in this plastic bottle
Green and drowning
Small decaying ship
Weird, forgotten and unloved,
Knotted with desire its tiny planks do creek unheard.
A starting point and an end point met wavering masts
Crashing without a sound.
Those sails lie dead never filled
No tiny whisper of wind from soft lying lips shall trace those white sheets
Never arousing or holding attention