poem 332 of a poem a day for 2012

take to the words

herd them

corral their intentions

bend them

iron them against

the anvil of your mind

hammer them

with your heart striking

what matters

scatter them

into the electrons

of the tombstone circus parades

masquerading as life itself

do you hear me

I say

are your whispers

in the newsprint again

or am I reading

between too many lines

the hurry of ignorance

is outside the glass

it reminds me

that every sleeping beauty

might be right

in keeping

her eyes closed

we are princes

and princesses

waiting for the crowns

with no flowing gowns

and balls to be late for

just rabbit hole

after rabbit hole

and those muddy soles

we leap with

falling is flying

you say

the Earth is a wobble axis away

from cleansing itself

from the plague

of industrialized humanity

so why not cry out loud

and be proud of trying

a different path to Heaven

so when the bread

of communion

is on the counter

and is warm and waiting

for your hands

to hold it

by an end

tear off a piece

to connect yourself again

to where it all started

seed to bleed

and back through

the sewn on buttons

the fastened zips

the little clasps

that grasp your meaning

before you say anything

outside of that smile

you wear

when wanting

nothing more

than now

EJR ©