when I get bored
 I slip and slide
 along
 down by the remote
edges
  of the
thoughts
that
 seem to waver
   quiver
  under the frenetic
blood pressure
  of the steamship forget me not
the reels are pulled in
a mass of weeds
or an old geegaw
   of the stationary
  center of the whirlpool
     great beady eyed fish
swim in
   quoting christopher smart
      “Let Carpus rejoice with the Frog-Fish—
a woman cannot die on her knees!”  and so forth
   but never mind
it's not important
things are said
and done
   but nobody really pays any attention
 the lights change
     the cars pile up
like a blues brothers movie
    we casually embrace the minutes
hours