Thursday, October 16, 2014



I do not know what note to play
to express what I have to say.

Though I fish and I fish and I fish
all the sounds that come out are sluggish.

Though I toot and I howl and I bend and I spit
no sound seems to be the note, the aura, the it.

Though I swirl and I curl and I yawn and I dive
I am left stuck, defeated, dead but alive.

So  on this day I cannot find the note
that floats and floats but never lands.

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