Chilled to the marrow
by the cold reality
that this is the extent
of my potential.
I painted a masterpiece
on the underside
of a toiletseat
at the Wawa.
I dripped dye
into the ocean
and watched the water
turn a deeper blue.
I made sandwiches for the homeless
peanut butter and banana
they are in a hefty bag
sitting in my back yard.
I mended a hole in my pocket
I cleaned wax from my ear
I petted my dog
I mail dollar bills to people
I misspelled seven very triky words
I set my own moral standard
But then who really cares?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem