No Things

Dear Kit,
 
I’m sad we never did that
Yacht Rock Karaoke Contest,
or was it just Michael McDonald?
 
But some things need not have happened
to have floated
as bright boats of genius
upon the dark waters of this world.
 
 
No things but in ideas.
 
In fact, no things at all.
 
Just ideas
 
without the mess of facts,
 
actions, actuality... actually
 
 
Why don’t we...
 
[wait for it]
 
“... steal away”
you sing in your captain’s hat 
on the deck of the S.S. Pangea —
that perfect falsetto thought yacht
on which we’ll sail
this sea
of mental illness
in between us
till we drown.
 

Noel Black, "No Things." Copyright © 2018 Noel Black. Used by permission of the author for PoetryNow, a partnership between the Poetry Foundation and the WFMT Radio Network.
Source: PoetryNow, 2018