There must be something
something I can say
to get us out of this
as bad as it is foolish
that fight on the roof of the train
dangling by a finger
and a thumb in your eye.
Perhaps out of shot actors
who roam the foreshore
can dramatise our scene
discuss motivation
for a redundant queen
and promote a goodwill claim
and figure this migrating ship.
Ooo we’re getting somewhere. I bet they will. How can I bet on this speculation. How will I know if the goodwill claim comes true?
Was it a good movie overall?
Your poems make so many connections and are ones I will think on after the read…