Ships That Pass In the Night**

People tell me I look angry when I walk,

but it's just that

the corners of my mouth sink like ships when I think.

And if I don't wave,

it's just that

my pupils face forwards

even when my brain ignores my retina.

And when I walk

the only waves I see

are waves sinking my relation-ships

that I think about while I'm walking,

because when I think my thoughts sink ships

like the corners of a mouth.

If you've ever ridden a horse from Troy

it's possible it wasn't a horse;

these are things my brain remembers,

not Supreme Court Justices,

or immigration acts

but A Tale of Two Cities,

and there are six people in space right now.

Sidewalks look flat here but

they will trip you in seconds.

It's the cracks -

they look even,

but they're mountains apart;

and you can tell by the way green grows there,

thriving in the gaps that bruise us.

Gravity wins,

gravity wins again,

the colossal cavity,

the lion's den,

the knock back flat im-pact body smack ground smacks back it's been years, fact:

This is an epic era of inertia,

if I go down I'm going nowhere and you know it.

** "Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."