trickster

 

just a small setback
for what is real
underneath the feet
for sounds which ring
when touched under layers
of dust and bling
it may have been sheet rock
in the mists of time
now its quicksand and clay
may still be solid
six feet away
my feet, my dignity
tangle and sink
but my mind
grows clear as day
I cannot dispute
the nature of soil
I can only slide away