Lost: The Poets Cut

 
 

Arrived
Square peg minded thoughts
in a round world with holey beliefs

Watched
Singular hopes fall
into a parade of ticker tape pieces

Cycled
The two foot pedaled journey
amidst the four-wheel driven currents

Distracted
Morning coffee stories of apocalypse
in fresh mountain spring after this

Pinned
To the slow leak
of free fall bubbled faults

Tossed
Along the curbed wayside
for sale half a citizen off

Arrived
Box lunch stiff
in six feet of soiled bliss


The Poets Cut

Originally published on August 28, 2012, inspired as I sat curbside and the word scrolled in the above original image along the passers by gave a moment of the very real sense of come and go, here and there, inspire and expire of our existence. These words follow the Lost of an anonymous prompt, a muse to whom I give my thanks.