this one here - today's poem

this one here

feels trapped -

searches beyond each horizon with

EYES of swimming suit blue

contrasts a green business suit to

HAIR of bullet-casing bronze

to seek royal typewriter blue with

NAILS of striped bandana red and white

 

but if consciousness is a spiral

but if audacity is a plus-plus

but if work-life takes a stitch

 

seeming to be lost

EYES un-focus a cumulus MIND  

as Booby traps capture silence

HANDS shield soundless EARS

as Booby hatches enclose innocence

MOUTH a void open-oval landscape

as Booby nests fill with hatchlings

and above, birds riot in insect-spinning air

 

then all is naught all is fraught

then the freight is staged

then lost are found, found lost