easier to think the worthwhile things
when there's another head to share it with
its harder to hear the resonance
the mind has no one to impress
solitude of my backyard an empty stomach and a beer
the good vibes have no one to bounce off
til the pebbles, the pedicab i write poems from
the breeze and my own heart echo each other
a worthwhile way to be
"if you should rise from Nowhere to Somewhere
from being No one up to being Some one
be sure to keep repeating to yourself
you owe it to an arbitrary god
whose mercy to you rather than to others
won't bear too critical an examination
stay unassuming if for lack of license
to wear the uniform of who you are
you should be tempted to make up for it
in a subordinating look or tone,
beware of coming too much to the surface
and using for apparel what was meant
to be the curtain of the inmost soul"
rob frost, fear of god.
could i be a shiny soft seal ready to squirm off the rock and set off
quicker than a great white
a quiet symphony reaching depth and spinning
spinning spinning
to the surface and wiggling to the hot rock
lying in satisfied wakefulness
above and under fins and wings
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