The Poisoned Ink Well

Sunday, October 27, 2002

(for eddie)

You are a ship
trapped in a medicine bottle.
Your sails will never catch the wind under glass,
stiff riggings,
no salt air.

Placed on a shelf.
They put a
a plastic
childproof cap
on your daydreams.

For a dollar a day.
You are time released to go off
when you reach age eighteen.

Mel (1996)