(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

flotsam

if
after my death
i retraced my steps
and recorded all the flotsam
that ever sifted
through my mind

how much would be
startlingly identical
to everybody's
passing thoughts?

what if we all share
the thoughts
we never bother
writing down?

maybe some king of france
inspected the raindrops on
their window and wondered
what it's really all about,

maybe a mongol rider
used to wonder
how he could think
about thinking

in the lull before
the battle of 300
there was this
spartan
who tossed
the dirt
with his sandal
and wondered
just how many
grains of dust
there are

i say this,
because yesterday
the taxi driver
told me
how perhaps
everyone
sees colours differently
and we simply exchange
the same adjectives