Montage
Should I start at the middle
and spiral outward?
I mean I don’t know what I’m doing,
just winging it.
I’m going to need some colorless beads
for the scarecrow eyes
of raw memories.
This is more a mandala thing,
a montage of the still evolving.
Maybe I’ll add a few straw stick figures
to represent lost causes,
a few spavined horses and windmills perhaps?
Some snippets of old photos,
fragmented keepsakes from the unkempt
and fading.
Some scrimshawed marks
of misplaced love affairs,
a few scratched runes on a wishbone.
Moving outwards there are vows
and betrayals, I’ll brand these
onto scraps of yellow legal paper.
Beyond the sadness
there is joy, amity, and more love.
How do you represent such things
perhaps with cotton candy blobs,
with invisible ink,
with a rod calibrated
for measuring kismet?
More twists and gyrations.
I should stencil in a trapdoor or two
there will always be the unexpected.
Now maybe surround the whole thing
with autumnal leaf
but I will need more straw
for soft landings
soon I am going to fall off the edge
of this crude model of self-illustration.
I don’t think I can do this,
I see endings and not beginnings,
maybe I’ll just keep a journal.
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