April 7, 2014
I don’t even half choose
to carry loose change.
It lets itself be too known to me.
A quiet man is now noisy.
I search the underlying themes that just must surface,
as dead blue gills &; dying perch must do..
An unresolve. will lighten,
An unsettlement I mean to settle up..
Which flotsam, riches from the deep end;
Raucous, compelling, telling sleeptalk will upend?
Finally, fall up.?
Find a pen
And something to write on.
Something to write on.
. (from 5 years ago & now)