In the Lair of the Brass Monkey

Will you still dye your hair when it

turns silver?

Late nights watching the cargo ships I

wondered this and

resolved to quit. Now I’ve been away long enough

to forget how fucked the surface streets are, and that shade of green

we slobbered on your front porch. Per aspera

ad astra! If you can tolerate

living dangerously. Maybe I can’t. Will you still love me

if I go nowhere? If I take no photographs & leave

no footprints?

One day I will lose my touch at

everything, and up the river will be

just an old story.

1. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4z48g7/crunching_footfalls_in_the_icepaned_snow/d6vdrj5
2. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4zb3f6/her_sonnet/d6vci6g