pulled in all directions, but not you
constant net of interest
swallowing the past is much easier said than done
i thought i was the future, perhaps I am not.
fascinating, the way the silence shows
I miss the shipyard’s horn blows
but not the rush of 23rd Avenue
but perhaps the evergreens
and the kingdom of crows.

I very much would like straight answers
and perhaps a good memoir
and perhaps ink for my pen, or letter-paper
whether or not it’s been written on before.

it’s very strange to ask me
what more do I need?
I eat, drink, sleep
and I want no reward.