To Condense This Life
To condense this life so huge to small space.
Everyone has a home a place to live
or rusty old dog chain without much give,
a grey purple name plate once on your place.
To meet you with a parachuting log
or dried out squid and some vacation cards
this organization can run for yards,
a chance to lift oneself from snow drenched fog.
In the mixer crooked crayon lines, city
in blue uncertain of lazy lines drawn.
A simple need, paying my student loans.
So suddenly to file papers quickly,
your inner fish maybe your inner pawn,
to try not to leave the cupboards bare bones.