Scrapbook

Gliding on a cotton ball nimbus

Through paper planes

And origami cranes-

Their wings crinkling the air

Slowly they tatter and wear-

I drift down as they shred

Given pithy life-by-folds, now dead


Down I descend through plaster cloud cut-outs

And onto checkered fabric terraces

Of the “warm thoughts and memories” museum

I flicker between silly scissor-bordered frames

That are shrines to family events and games

I skip past the glitter pile and glue blob exhibit

Into the scotch-taped zebra-folded pop-outs

I smile and think:  precursor to touch screen


Then I trip down PipeCleaner Ave.

To the Scratch n’ Sniff store

To buy the freshest scents to sprinkle on my dinner of leftover algebra scrap paper

Knowing all I’ll get is a mix of pulp and hopeless illusions


Such is my bordered life

Bound forever between the start and the finish

Never glimpsing either

Doomed to lie in Elmer’s embrace

Till my Nimbus and I fray

And we fall from the page

Reviews

[the-One-with-the-Darkne..]

i like this alot. You are very good.

[Hollow Man]

wow, i like this a lot. the limited view of the world is very effective. reminds me of the limited view society deems as acceptable, the plastic synthetic view of life and death. i'd like to see you play with a more prosy form of poetry. Actually, you need to write a more free form of poetry, I think you'd find it very perpetuating for your writing

[Franklin...]

An interesting look at the world from this scrapbook's point of view. It grants the reader a perspective that I doubt many of us have ever considered. Nice word choice and phrasing, and an all around good poem.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

intricate crafworks inlaid in a beautifully crafted bed of metaphors~ like a whisper of paper piece memories drifting through fingers~ gorgeous~