Sometimes, I’m a cracked egg
laughing...
you shrug
and every time...
man or machine is,
a world of science...
Carry my bones with you
If you survive...
It always happens
on an average day...
The fly was trapped
Held by those silver threads...
The boy in the house with the blue
door buys nail polish at the corner store...
I am
a pendulum...
I am here
there for here is an extension...
It’s okay. You don’t have to say another...
*another song of sorts, written in prose...
Where are the meter writers hiding at?
just hit me with a poem in iambic...
They were there to rescue me,
and you may ask, what from...