like I’m just starting my lunch—
finding out what’s on my plate.
finding out what’s on my plate.
My plate is flat,
unlike an ocean trough
like the Mariana Trench
unlike an ocean trough
like the Mariana Trench
lying along the Philippine tectonic plate.
(Well, there’s a mild stench,
but I think that’s just some beans
(Well, there’s a mild stench,
but I think that’s just some beans
I ate.) OK, I’m First Mate
on a ship hovering over the clenched
fin of a shark, denizen of the abysmal plain.
on a ship hovering over the clenched
fin of a shark, denizen of the abysmal plain.
Dolphins scud and whales breach,
but nothing more to be heard or seen
than the wavy shapes in the sea’s speech.
but nothing more to be heard or seen
than the wavy shapes in the sea’s speech.
The ship rocks as my pen writes
the story of my mind in a winch—
my expectant writing state—
finding out what’s in the net.
the story of my mind in a winch—
my expectant writing state—
finding out what’s in the net.
