Belligerent Poetry

of countless things

i'm dreaming of countless things
as each day i get older,
work harder,
and take on more water
like an old ship made of wood
whose days, if she only knew it
are predictable by mathematical theorems
that weren't invented
'till after steel.

ironic isn't a new word
it's as old as hanging out laundry
in sunshine near dawn,
heading out & coming
home later in rain...

-wil 10.23.02