Caulk these broken bows, please
whether salt or fresh water,
it has weight, presence
and if allowed to pour in
it will sink me
Trying not to think too much
won’t work
as the only perpetual motion found
in this empirical life
is in our anxious minds
so as life jackets go
it’s a no no
To ask for a shipwright is unfair
but to have you there,
tar brush in hand
is enough
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
Caulk these broken bows, please
whether salt or fresh water,
it has weight, presence
and if allowed to pour in
it will sink me
Trying not to think too much
won’t work
as the only perpetual motion found
in this empirical life
is in our anxious minds
so as life jackets go
it’s a no no
To ask for a shipwright is unfair
but to have you there,
tar brush in hand
is enough
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