At the diner of evolutionary thoughts

In a frenzy of sorts

the author sells

his thoughts

like prostitution 

where all is revealed

under the covers

of a book blinded

by the presence

of onlookers

Indulging in

pages of nakedness,

the critics look

for cracks in 

the sculpture

where verses are carved

for the literary feast

to be dined on

salubriously

only to be

spitted out

like wine tasting-

dead words line

the bucket.

Every morsel of meaning

torn from its mooring

ripped from its soul

now echoes through

the cosmic evolution

of poetry’s black hole.

Let the sun warm

the pages of reckoning

before the moon

bids farewell

on the day’s retirement 

and thoughts scatter

in the darkness

knowing the world outside

is a reflection 

of a world inside.

And now the author

finds him in himself.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem Andrew. Writer's bleed to paper. maybe for money? Maybe to leave something behind?
"Every morsel of meaning
torn from its mooring
ripped from its soul
now echoes through
the cosmic evolution
of poetry’s black hole."
I liked how you described writing above. A black hole. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks John, I’m glad I got a review. You are too kind.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Andrew.