Work In Progress
I am the prologue to the book unread, a
Haphazard shuffle of uninteresting side notes,
Jot down during commercial breaks of Wild Kingdom,
Crumpled atop a cold congealed T.V. dinner. Some kind
Of meat in gravy shades of brown and grey.
I am the finished third chapter written
And forgotten in favor of cartoons, broken
Crayons and ice cream, left dangling
On the precipice of meaning waiting
To be relevant- at the edge of a magnificent
Forest- Magical fantastic happening two steps away.
I am the magnum opus literary
Work- from the author yet to write,
Stuffed away among old schoolwork and bad drawings and
Absent doodles, dried glitter and
Macaroni sculptures.
Copyright © Deryl Mccauley | Year Posted 2017
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