Sealing leaks/Retaining form

Scotch tape, pressed to fingerprint

covet every inch of dust

the skin didn’t know was ever

even there

Easels doused in the afterthought, of

sprinkled reflections that

mindset’s purge, out upon

so many wasted canvasses,

producing a diary the flesh

would just as soon ignore

They say a good fire will cleanse virtually anything

they say that a can of jolt cola can strip the metal from a coin

In thirty seconds flat

And I think

what then could it do

to a heart made of steel—

lifelessly cold and listlessly hardened

Masking tape, generously applied,

tries to conceal, yet in time, all beneath,

will in some form be revealed

The ink on the eleven by eight point five is not yet dry

before you’ve decided it’s phrase means nothing anymore

the vowels have all grown askew

into consonants, hard r’s, k’s and q’s

vocabulary you’ve always known

yet still dismissed, until

that red line draped across your page

As it’s always has—but now

You see a line of music

and have no idea how to play

the chords so prominently on display—and you can’t

decipher, the damage that could be done,

if anyone but yourself

stood but feet from the point

where this fire first began…

They say duct tape has a millions uses or more

yet sealing leaks and retaining form, I assume, will the one’s most remembered for