Friday, November 4, 2016

dicker


as though it matters
whose deck chair would get more sun
while the iceberg breaks us
like fishwives dickering over minutiae
of months old catch
you pick the slivers with pliers
from our neighbors eyes
and ignore the forest taken root
in your own
this is how chaos is sown
I sit back and watch it burn 
plane ticket at the ready

always have a plan B


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