Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

December 1, 2009

loose change

I don’t even half choose

to carry loose change.

It lets itself be known to me.

A quiet man  is noisy.


I search for the underlying themes

that surfaces, as blue gills & dying perch will do.

An unresolve.

An unsettlement I mean to settle up.

Which flotsam, riches  from the deep end;

Raucous, compelling, telling sleeptalk?


Find a pen

And something to write on.

Mind,  legs-open for

Something to write on.

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