i wonder if
the captain of the
titanic prescribed
to the notion
you find exactly
what you need
the moment you
stop looking

seems an even
gamble on finding
happiness or
sending an old
whore’s necklace
to the bottom
of the ocean

life is absurdity
bubbling up
from the insular
hells we inhabit
but occasionally
pieces click in place
and the image is
more than we could
have ever imagined

sometimes it is
an iceberg floating
off in the darkness
i just softly sing
the ramones
and let the water
take me where it wills