NEEDLEWORKS

A Warp Yarn

I'm looking somewhat pointedly

with needles on my mind

Placing pins upon those places

Oh so difficult to find

Stitching everything together
Manic patterns in the weft

No regard for lost directions

No way back to nothing left

And what of camels squeezing
through eyes of unrelenting steel

leaving rich men with their saddle bags

to bribe and promise not to squeal