Poem 20151202


is what you’re supposed to compose
in tranquility

a recollection

of a feeling
that stirs that feeling anew
and using it like seed money
for a gambler
rolls the dice
and see what feeling
what words
expose themselves
the cheeky little bastards

i am breaking
splitting down the middle
and the words are failing
the words are falling
the words fall

leaves, all

and i am in pieces
and no hands will
bother to reassemble me