Rob Schackne #710 - Inventory (2)

  Inventory (2)

   So many dreams
   are carried hard
   to know where
   to begin hard
   all you have
   are the words
   to paint the cracks
   which grow wilder
   laughing at what
   won't translate
   the gap is wide
   the hard heavy
   hand points away
   disregard it all
   it keeps going
   there's an appointment
   with the past
   one more poem
   another sleep