I Offer This Container
Monkeys of fresh rage born again—
Measuring brings them into existence
Guy with Bluetooth & sunglasses
I wish poetry would just relax
I’ve searched for the arbitrary—
Kleenex, butterscotch, key,
Lips, crushed toe, sanitary wipe;
But everything’s tagged for eternity
Can’t believe the rush of this chapter’s
Pieces, interlocking at velocity—
Touch of Christ’s garment,
Med tech’s hand in the ambulance
At some point all time becomes available
I offer this container for reuse
