"giggle-ing groveling drivel me timbers"

“Couple #8”

I was writing this one in my hostel room when I was interrupted by a visit from a local I recently met. So I put it aside and had a nice long chat with Maui, who is full of all sorts of interesting Hawaiian creationism tidbits.

Came back to this poem today (the 10th) and here’s my favorite version.

“Couple #8”

drivel me timbers
i like it you like it we come
sweet nothings
we recycle
our destinies
the lost art of navigation
what else would we cling to
if not each other

april 8th 2012