CONVEYOR BELT


I need you to give
me a line to
start the poem.
Half would
also do.
It is too early
in life to
realize nothing
ever completes
the tour.
So far the lost
and found box
is always full.
I am who
I am yet
I whisper.
Someone takes
the guilt away
by first person
singular.
Admiration is
a guide as
much as
despise. An
arrow leaves
an empty space
from where
it departs.
What I do
is never user-
friendly.
I’d like to
let you know
that I’ve tried
and that I am
considering creating
a character finally.
I’ve emptied out
the pantry
or equally
never had one.
Since two years
on my wall
it reads:
words will fail us anyhow.