Gingerbread Entrails

Gingerbread Entrails

I am the no-name face you saw in the crowd
I am the book bound and loved without a story
I’m the reflection in the lake of tears and distant smiles
       Forever ripples from ground zero, that whisper “What if?” while you sleep
I am the brawn of the lover and the beauty of the fighter

The tears I cry are meant for dead ashen ears alone
I am the allegory of myself
      And the joke's on me
I ask for help and receive an army (and wonder how I deserved it)
I am the bell that only rings for lost hope
      But chimes on the hour, every hour
I’m the moderation that screams for recklessness, the monotony that bleeds
for destruction

I am the love content to play spectator
The blind eye, the mute tongue, the deaf ear

I am the touch of plastic flesh and gingerbread entrails

I’m the lips that part for serpents and knowledge
A jigsaw puzzle with too many missing pieces-
      I’m scattered under every couch and coffee table
My mind drifts asunder from a generation
      I am faulty gravity
      A lost language afloat and free
I am an island of water in a sea of Earth

I am the laugh that doesn’t smile
Stuck like bubblegum to stone lips
Invisible, but tangible
In the way of everyone, in the mind of none
I’m the hands as dexterous as molasses
I smile at the glory of the heroes, but frown on their stories
I play king for an audience of fools
      And play fool for the king

The consummate shipwreck, train wreck, plane crash
      The one the TV never hears about
I’m gossip at its best and news at its worst
The democratic republican to lead the Republic of Democrats
(Where no distinction is pure, so stereotypes must prevail)
Half-mast for every occasion
Late like old clockwork, rising with sun’s shadow
I am that which breathes for love and breeds to live
I am the goddess of myself, and worship accordingly
I find myself when I’m lost
      And though I try to hide
             I never can