Thursday, February 01, 2007
Nothingness At Starboard
What time ‘s it?
there’s no clock to look at
but
I think it’s five o’clock.
like a whale breathing in the ocean
I keep to my breaths
in this orchid-touchy
cavern of mind’s silence.
Palms up!
The pen is an alien organ
my reserve body wants to kill away.
If I were a buddha
I would be a poem buddha.
existing only
when the reader read my way.