Wednesday, April 20, 2011

I Am Not the Self I Am Wanting

My neighbors turn the hip hop up till
all the echoes of my day are rolled like children
in the sea out of my head.
Thank you, sir behind the wall, and ma’am, sir’s wife.
You see how much sense I make,
and dollars, working hard, my dolors hard-working,
yes the sea of me seen by drowning eyes.