Poem: Settled Issues
The higher the thread count the better the suit.
Extraneous issues pretend to be moot.
But inside our dreams they squawk and they hoot.
Now you want to challenge me?
Pay the fee? Catastrophe
of misunderstanding and misoversitting
of petty hair-splitting and imprecise fitting –
heaving and howling and breaking the norm
the usual form
once hot now warm
dispensed with gleefully, wistfully, fitfully, cheerfully.
Knowing the new means knowing the free
means knowing you’re part of the air and the sea
and everything then and all that will be
means knowing that you are actually me.