boredom has come on with fury, and fast
passing the time is an art, it’s a craft!
patience commanded, a crashing collapse
focus all flowing then gone in a flash
floating at sea only you and your raft
(one and the same if your mind can be wrapped)
Tag: float
poem: roaches all float to the top of the tub
roaches all float to the top of the tub
I’ve long since scarred up my face
portentous purchases, something to love
fleeing from time into space
poem: poems demoted
poems demoted
viewers unbloated
with their attention and time
they have voted
their eyeballs and iPhones
have this site aborted
but still I crack on
o’er a year have I floated!
Logan Bright — Works 