Reader, Digest(s), and

When I cannot find anything else to read

I turn my eyes to my self and look there:
To find sentences in pieces;
Like broken furniture not looked after,
Words misplaced hesitating to follow each other –
Unarrived exclamation marks, unwanted dashes
Commas, all in the wrong places,

Halfhearted paragraphs vainly demanding

For a great ending!
For this boy, (who wants to do the right thing
Learned from the books his friends told him to read,
Unable to find a correspondence with his sentences and theirs,
Still,

afraid of the ones he wrote,
afraid to write his own ones,
looking to read something else,
not knowing whether to turn a page –

Whether full or blank,)

Continue(s) to read.

auditorium

listen to me, people:

I like you best when
your heads look different
ways: to the sky; to your
lover; to the ground.

and I do not like it when
I cannot see your pupils
standing their own ground.

and it does not matter to me
if you want to rest
for the rest
of your lives.

I will be here.