nonadherence

no workbench but i ponder vices
dig through; find that which kind and nice is
to quiet existential cries is
fine

/

of this and that you must not think
of elephants all clad in pink
just picture pens and ink when you hear
lines

/

yes life is short
but days are long
and moments drag
in siren songs
and i can’t not tap my toe along
sometimes