i know math i can factor five and ten i can swear with a sweet tooth grin i can look away pointy arrows of your eyes i won t flinch no i won t be surprised at how this feeling sparks and courts an archipelago of sorts full of ships and confused ports, you left before the weekend i ll be on the shore maybe a peninsula maybe something more i can look away to the distant early sky i won t say a word you won t hear a sigh i can swallow sea water just like it was milk i won t grit my teeth i ll be smooth as silk and if you lug that all around then i ll be forced to stand my ground and i ll be collared stuffed and crowned the emperor of weekends it must be a drag to be a sea-less hag and you re wasted sour grapes and