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.  

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