Espied a shrinking world
loath to participate on it
its circumference half-radii
so small I would eventually
find my feet entwined
around my head
Buttressed by air
Proximate distance from my body
A wordless composition- paper’s thickness
Rustles close to the rank smells of being.
To push away from the others
Spring clean and shove it all into plastic sheets,
shrink-wrap the flotsam
and leave them unprotected from winter winds
and a scalding summer sun.
Met myself in a zone of silence
Where it all shrank to a pencil nub
pink eraser the only monument plopped at its summit
an effervescent bubble pops mid-air
showering a nasal spray of dis-ease
smelly big toe waggles serpentine by my nose
curling up into the venomous air.
I with it
Sy Roth comes riding in and then canters out. He resides in Mount Sinai , far from Moses and the tablets. This has led him to find words for solace. He spends his time writing and playing his guitar. He has published in many online publications. One of his poems, Forsaken Man, was selected for Best of 2012 poems in Storm Cycle. Twice selected Poet of the Month in Poetry Super Highway . He was named Poet of the Month for the month of February in BlogNostics. Included in Poised in Flight anthology. A Murder of Crows named Poem of the Week in Toucan.
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