WORK IN PROGRESS
a poem
in a book I read
analyzed the poem
it’s life
to measure
read it this way
read it that
left me
so impressed
at the quality
of the pages
quality
of the page
the off-
white beauty
reflecting
the light
saying exactly
nothing
precious little
about
the nature of
the process
STUCK
stuck a mirror
on the wall
opposite
the shelves
containing
my kingly
horror collection
clown
down the drain
Jack so dull
when the words
not flowing
wonder
what bricked up
behind these booksp
(technically closet
skeleton can
never
read
its reflection)
mirroring these spines
such a blessing
that when I die
they
will not need
to search
to find whereupon
read
scare themselves
to death
poems 2 die for