My thoughts died today
quietly
without fanfare
they did not move
ever forward like a shark
they
put on shoes
sometimes
before
they put on socks
and
when
the car was going eighty
sometimes
they
opened the door
and
hung their heads
inches
from the road
my
thoughts
did
not march onward
tireless
as a caliphate
they
were vain
sometimes
as
thin pretty men
this
is the notice
of
their death
they
died quietly
at home
taped
up all the holes
and leaks
and
choked
on
their own gases;
I
traded them ,
in truth,
for
a quiet life
a
cup of tea
and
a pill
my
thoughts do not sway
they are mine
and
they aren’t much
not dead
but they are dying
my thoughts
stagger
like armadillos.