Poetry? Click to be confused!
I am
the confusion of twisted stairs
Colliding
And Preventing the
Ascend
I am
The footprints
Cemented into the
Escelator
For the way down was never told to be as hard
As the Start
I am
The entry-way
To Disorientation
Where the lock is key’d on the other side
I am
Perplexing to the
Puzzlement
of the Jigsway backwards
Padlocked in a cellar of bricks
I am
Something of
Becoming
I am
Sprouting
Like a Netty Pot
Dripping inside a porcupine Chia Pet
For if you get too close
I might
Pinch
Compress
Or just keep dripping
I am
Sleeping in
an Unconscious Bed
Made the cracking
Goat’s Horns
Because I’ve already climbed that mountain
And I am tired
I don’t really know who I am
But you probably don’t either
@ Camile McGregor