the compass points out . . .

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited September 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
measure my heart
like our distance apart:
a billion rulers
without crowns
with chipped teeth
and flat feet
you landed
a job shipping sinks overseas

bruising egos
on breezey days
invest in bulletproof vests
to sleep in
for beauty
on the runway
i landed
a job sinking ships over seas

(the crowd applauds itself)
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