by R. Khosrowshahi
I dont have a fair view of houses
For I lived in a single wall home on stilts
Caught from some other silver
I chink out certain Saw blades
For kidney on the backtable Which I received into my heart
An isolate language took my plow
That's to say My algebra switched instruments.
I did all my tasks by half and by hand.
I thought you walked on water then But it was only a dry dock
Don't repeat this but I still have your boat slip
When I fall with a noose will you make it dark out
So the waves know if I will stir or I will stand
That last field is forthright fallow
Seasons first snow of waste winter day
I'll sail you in the morning.
An eel is a hard thing to skin or save, But a barrel seems cruel.
Didnt you say it belongs with the bailing wire
There was just one solution
You wont slip this house with me in it.
______
R. Khosrowshahi grows orchids in Hawaii. They would be nothing without their steady hands. Writes @princeoftheponds substack.
[GO HOME.]