A Poem About The River Thames

 Forever Searching 

 I don't understand what compels me,

I'm the rivers understudy, 

a vagrant smeared on the brushstroke 

of a broken canvas, 

charcoal grey skies

Why am I alive?

there's nothing less extravagant 

than a clothes button

washed up upon the shore, 

oh what a bore, 

the Tesla’s where it’s at,

high octane shit 

but I don't care for it, 

I prefer the river to sail, 

the beauty of a hand-forged nail 

completes the thief inside,

I'd steal a heart

for you to stay alive

dying on the vine,

to keep you by my side 

you don’t know

what it means to me 

when you leave 

something for free

from the passing seas

these gifts from the Thames

oh how I cherish them