A Monster's Smile

a rare portrait

A Monster's Smile

I laid on my bed answering to no one
My eyes in distant shadows
A silence turned pages of yesterday's
I am of these experiences and rhymes
On a loft of hay I sink into the smell
of nursery rhymes
I feed this goodness to a wretched monster of past murmurs
and gaze upon a smile rarely known to one so bold.

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

we turn to the nursery rhymes because there are too many real monsters now...and they deprived us of not only sleep, but waking hours as well....