oh you write poems they say

you play music and tell stories

how delightful

its so nice to have an interest

and i reflect

smiling softly

screaming silently

that yes.

how to disagree with an observation

so frightful

so apt?

that is.

if interest is the stormdoomed clinging

of a waterlashed captain to his splintering ship

or if.

with the knot around his neck

so rapt?

he can rock precariously on the chair

and consider the teetering rhythm with curiosity