Sunday, January 03, 2016

sacrosanct 
              insanity 
plucked from the gyroscope 
                                                   stood in an archway     
  and shown points of reference
                                                                     the map was torn and moldy   
you sold everything that you could find
              still you had to escape 
                   the measurements were off
                                            forty two nights of scraping 
              and an inflatable life vest
                   and you ended forty feet from the river
                                          a car came by 
                             but you chose the train
                                        still it wouldn't matter 
 your great uncle once sunk a ferry in Norway
     to stop heavy water from getting to Germany
he said