thoughts made entirely of anxiety and propriety

           your pale shoulder calls

through soft blonde hair

           and being over prepared       to go

                                             anywhere

your ‘bombed’ is all that i really need

to keep my journey going

         to keep the wheels from slowing

so the terrorist doesn’t win

         again

 it must be in the soft blonde hair

the thoughts made                  entirely

     of        anxiety

and            propriety

thoughts of

                why

   what did he mean

thoughts more often grey than green

thoughts of inertia

                thoughts of the east

           thoughts of what kind of  help     you can be