SeventyNine-An Untitled Poem

The thoughts, the thoughts you try to pin them down onto black velvet with specimen pins tagged with stiff cream paper hand labeled with the nib of a fountain pen and kept under glass in an office of academia

The thoughts, the thoughts you try to catalogue them on faded, unlined cards typewritten and filed by ancient runes in wood hewn drawers with dovetail joints stored in sun filled hometown libraries

The thoughts, the thoughts you try to corral them but they are cats and used car salesmen and children on their way to Narnia, Hogwarts, or Never Never Land

The thoughts, the thoughts you try to trap them like fireflies in a Mason jar, silver fish in a nylon net, birds in gilded cages, miniature frogs in an overturned straw hat

 

The thoughts ,the thoughts you try to capture them electronically in Word, on twitter, facebook, blogger, SMS messages shot out like flares over the cold north Atlantic signaling a location that you will be long gone from by the time the boats return