Whiteout | 2015
*This poem was published in Whisper in 2015
Let me give you a little tip
I’ve seen sharp tips
and tips that were round
tips we’re not sure ever existed
and those that weren’t quite sound
there isn’t much you can do with tips
though you can capture
more testimonies if you
tell the types of tactics you
tried when playing with tips
I can retip
and detip
and for those tiring days
I feel my blunders are tripled,
I’ll untip
and depart to repartition
the priorities pressuring
my peaceful palms
into propositional parts and parcels
of the prosecution
I am reminded of
Q-tips
and human spit
fleeting moments we were clean
and other days we were covered in shit
I think of all these tips
to distract
and trim track-grass
ten times as fast
in my worrisome head
now forever sulky
filled with burdens
increasingly bulky
so I’ll tell you my tip
my sharp little tippy tip tip
this tip that I trailed a bit too tight
and sent to sail away from sight
it’s a good little tip
a very smooth little tip
tipped like the tip of ball-point pen.