Written by m ennenbach

a squirrel named ishmael

i sat alone
on the same bench
to watch
the same squirrels
to think about
the same woman
who makes my heart flutter
captain ahab and queequeg
stopped
and gave a sad stare
in my direction
seems they know
a little something
about obsessions
tie me to the mast
you bastards
if i can’t have her
then the salty brine
can take
my broken remains
just toss some nuts
to the squirrels
they might miss me

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