The Scrivener's Jest

It is easy to list the miseries, To call down the sky For every wrong committed. Repetition is amplification Even when you weep. It is okay to step away Before you break.

So here, a moment of quiet. Filled with strange texts And random memories, For Poets are more than The world's “legislators” They are also its jesters And its storytellers.

I offer no solution or salvation In my bag of tricks Only allegory and fiction, Fantasy and desire, Wonder and hope. It is all that I have, But I am happy to share.