First Draft 003

who is the writer of this poem
how are the characters formed
are they a reflection
     an ideal
          a heaped pile of recycled rubbish
where do you begin
     memories of a past life
          the taste of yesterdays air
               the rising of todays sun
how do you begin
     staking down the curves of a frown
          pulling on the ever elastic elation of a smile
               carefully considered contentedness

what does the writer find
     as they toil, heave and pry
and search for the words that show
     they know their own mind
perhaps
perhaps what they find
are ghosts and ghouls
knocking kindly and moving quietly
     through the cracks
eidolons speaking with your fingers
     press the pen down
          and begin by asking
who really is the writer of this poem