i wish i could reach into it again
everyone looks like they’re from hey arnold
and i feel like the catdog
how do people make things seem so sad
its easy to make someone act foolishly when they are sad
why do they not want me to know whats going on
i barely do without them
i barely know what the weather is
once again a cameo from the northern sea
i couldn’t come to visit it the wind was so strong that i couldn’t see
so i left it to watch itself
punishing these lands for their improbably annoying weather
i feel safe in memory
as the northern herring gulls, for some reason quiet and pensive,
glide past my floor  
in the brothel of my mind