Hoist the sails, I’m setting out among the open sea,
We’ve glided along with half-smiles
While I’ve dreamed about a different sun,
One with specks of red in the womb.
Yes, my nerves dodder on these shaky rails,
Failing to quell your sadness, Primrose
prose wilting with the passing morning light,
fighting swelling tears, taciturn like our faceless
reflections.
No, I’m speechless among the curious eyes of Chicago,
Staring along with strangers and friends while I egress,
Confessing my final sins swooning to your answering machine,
Gleaming a wanderer’s smile, ready to rile the other side of
my heart.
