a poem as useful as a chair
like a fork
like a warm jacket
like tea when you need it
a poem like your heart
beating
beating
your blood is going up
your blood is going down
a poem as useful as the next body in your arms
like a crow that tells you what time it is
like a crow that reminds you of November
like a jam session when you need its freedom
I will miss you
I will sing for you in my dreams
I will cross imaginary rivers in hope of finding you
a useful poem one day
a useful poem I would write, but
the useful poem is a dangerous thing
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[Picture: The kiss by reading_is_dangerous]
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none is usefull
ReplyDeletefull is now
even with how and owl
i looked for you
ReplyDeletefound you in my dreams
it was not a surprise
that while in Waipio Valley
(not dream)
the the centipede on my wrist
appeared somewhere else
i have taken it to the silver
smith who will make it into
a bracelet
it is several inches long
a dangerous and powerful thing