I got jinxed
The Not
I am not the deep and tranquil sea
I’m the sailor man above it
spitting on the foam-surfaced sea
As I take a short break from my
glorious, glorious humming
And made you stare at the abyss
that is my decade-old eye patch
I’m not the wolf in sheep’s clothing
I’m the tailor-girl who’s sewn it
licking the thread and holding the needle
listening and shaking my head
left to right, left to right
As Elvis crooned and moaned on
my bronze radio
Thy voice is not like an angel’s
It sounds more like your conscience
Monotonous yet surprisingly high-pitched
Persuading you to look back and forward
Intermittently, intermittently
As it echoes into your
Unwilling self
I am the not
To your every uh-huh
And I will be me
Oh yes – siree
You better believe it
I will be me