January 18, 2018Poem
It is easy to find me out
lossgriefnaturetimeloveidentity
It is easy to find me out
In the open
Burning truth
Beneath a corkscrew sun
Tearing up the pages
Of the old days
Piecing them together
One word at a time
Ransom me
A heartbreaker
Kidnap me a
Page turner
Wait for the negotiator
To break open
The surprise package
Of collective nouns
There is little to hide
In the margin
But errors
Paper mache plates
Are covered
With unfinished stories
Coming unglued
Layer upon layer
Of newsprint
Torn into bite size
Show me your teeth
And I will show you
A clean pair of heels
As I run for all
I am worth
To the edge
Of the known world
Bound to hide
Under dust cover
A narrative construct
Of mitigating factors
Where wordsmiths
Dwell
In loose leaves
Midway between
Lost for words
And story’s end.