March 31, 2009

today I am nothing
but a duck.
a duck at sea
a duck at water
a duck at air.
two feathers and a simple notion.


collateral crash, core porceline thoughts
cracked polished shattered.
something to think about-
twice the thoughts baked into small dishes
vermicelli conversations- slightly strung across delicately minced words.
Embarrassment fills the glass like new wine poured from an oak bottle-
it just doesn’t make sense.

I don’t own my body
I own my thoughts.