Yellow Plastic Boat

A low violin

From a resignation that

Universally captivates

Its moans and shakes move the

Dusty dark of the night and the

Silhouette of the soft descending mountain

Fighting a light pollution

Mirroring chemical lakes that dance with

The poisoned clouds

One tied and the other

Stupid and corporate

And a child’s

Yellow plastic toy boat

That keeps bleach out as it moves

From shore

Where the sandy blonde boy

With cloudy eyes that match the boat

Sits and knows

He’s not going to see the boat

For a long long time

Maybe as a man when

He’s done shredding his

Confidentials

He’ll find it

In a gutter like him

And it will be a dilapidated mutated

Mess

And he’ll cry a little and

Shred it too

And then we will

All turn to our pens

And write on thrice used paper

From young blood trees

Like us

                                   (written 1/7/2012)