P O E T R Y
Exhibits in the Mind Museum
Where the muzak never plays
At the border trapped by searchlights
my shadow fell into enemy hands
I tried to wrestle the probing beams
shouting out profane threats
but the new day will bring the sun
and I will be whole again (in part)
I have my rules for non-existence
I color only within the sky
I fight the slanting rain with fists
I know where the lost edens lie
and the place the dead hide after life
so others cannot find them (or it)
A giant I know calls from across the way
he has firewood and a crooked smile
and soon the skillet cracks and spits
fried bacon washed down with kool aid.
He is Exhibit Two in their mind museum
I am Number One (and damn proud of it)
I am here for reasons unclear,
the planets circling in my head say
don’t ever let them herd me
to where the muzak never plays,
and just today the scale said I’m gaining
they have no reason to fatten me (do they?)
