poem || John Pursch

Shrug

I exceed expectations

I expect excess

I expectorate excessively

I am the spitting image

Half of me is undertaker

Underwater given over

To quelled eruptive overflow

Of life’s everlasting bath

In salty shellfish disregard

For all beyond my foolish nose

Ignoring sight and smell and touch

Or hint of suffering’s omnipresent

Shrug.