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"Like a Screenplay Collecting Dust Bunnies"
by Cristy M.I am on the shelf.
I am on the wide shelf
that faces
the empty closet space
and the corners where live
all the monsters (not those
make-believe-like monsters)
--with their
striped arms and their
eyeballs dangling off and their
fur all broken by rashes and their
snorting so loud makes the walls shake.
From the shelf,
the whole room
looks the same as the last place
for the best that a book can tell's
the time's by it's
dust layers, it's
new skin on old skin
of paperback skins
and all the promises of bedtime readings
been delayed by another move to another place
to another place to another place
(that's not home). I am sat beside
by a screenplay of a movie of a story
that's not gotten from him a name
(though it's been promised one)
that's not been given yet to location
that's not had a roll of a film bought for
that's not casted, that's not for auditioned yet
and she tells me, "That's the way
the boy plays it, ma. Seems like he like us
the same."
And the monsters laugh at me.
And the monsters keep me awake
while he's sleeping. 12/11/2006 Author's Note: sometimes it's worse than some other times.
Posted on 12/12/2006
Copyright © 2026 Cristy M.
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 12/12/06 at 04:54 PM Z^ |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 12/12/06 at 11:24 PM this piece is like the circus having relaitons with a child who has way too many colorful nightmares. now, i won't lie...i love the style, but as for the message, i will have to read again and pick this thing apart. definitely intelligent and glamorous in its own way, my brain might be too slow or lacking of creativity to pinpoint this one. goodtimes. |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 12/16/06 at 04:57 PM this reminds me of a magnet my grandma has about dust bunnies, and it has a dust bunny on it and it looks very similar to how you describe it... the only books on my shelf are acting books. so maybe they can at least act tough |
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