Shut
off
Climbing my walls
Calling my own bluff
The
mask slipped on,
and me rocking,
warming to its pride
Padlocked
all the obvious places
That I could hide
And hidden the key in plain sight
Empty
snow globes looking for Bognor
Bad hair cuts I have known
Nothing fits
With
money in my wallet
I have seen the right way to shop
but found nothing in my size
I
have emptied these pages
A thousand time before
Like a soul shaped ashtray
I
have a leaky pen that seeps into my eyes
that snaps over paragraphs
And pencil sharpened rhymes
I
have taken my fists
And beat glass
Till the cracks turned to a paint by number portraits
Nothing
answers the same
Making the words I write
Unfeeling, emotionless a dirty rotten shame
Glass
half full
Water half empty
All costing the earth.
Shut
off
Climbing my walls
Calling my own bluff