down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)

Twenty-four hours are a tank In seaworld, cold salt water Holding dolphins, You can go down, Down, Down, holding hourglass dolphins hostage hoping to and concrete containing blue gallons   just enough to question the glass     to really believe in freedom not enough of an ocean Until you hit the bottom, concrete andContinue reading “down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)”