Poems

Paper Boats

In the hollow of your shoulders
Where my shoreline
Meets your sea
I set myself adrift
Sailing a paper boat
Weighted in water
Anchored in hope

Where is my captain?
Where is my crew
Where is my is my stormy sky
Designed to direct the aimless

Fragile
Carefree
A paper weight of Origami
Crash-lands some underground party
In a search
Salvage and rescue operation

Where is my captain?
Where is my crew?
Where is my is my stormy sky
Designed to direct the aimless?

Compass in hand
Demagnetize my attraction to you
Somewhere, far south of the north pole
Would prevent an iceberg of rejection
That you offer instead of flowers

Where is my captain?
Where in my crew
Where is my is my stormy sky
Designed to direct the aimless?

Where are you?
My air breathing misfit
Drowning in the real world
Of fashionable pretend

Unaware I exist

I would be your captain, anchor and crew
If you would let me

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