Worry never bothered
reason—its infinite
egg, but reason—cousin
of failure—is looking

for home—a container—
which can border more
than it can protect—look,
the ship which brought us here

can’t take us home—trying
will give you right away.
Here at the table, truth
sits opposite problem

saying—trust me—nine times
out of ten, I choose wrong.

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This poem came out of my inability to directly write about Bonnie & Clyde or Pretty Boy Floyd. That and reading lots of Emily Dickinson.