there are those
who believe
swimming
in a sea
of knives
will do
no further harm,
but rather
fill
spaces between
a house
divided
against itself
along
creases
almost infinite.
yet shark
infested
waters live only
to devour every
remaining morsel.
so look beyond
rubicon
of shoreline
and see
crimson tide
in view
on horizon now,
a tomorrow
worth
avoiding pleads
for legs
to wade in
there's no clever way
of navigating
a sea of knives.
Just looking through your
Just looking through your work. I appreciate you taking a look at one of my pieces of vomit. Very cool poem. Well written images.
Thank you, I appreciate
Thank you, I appreciate it!
No vomit found among your writing, by the way.