The Cutting Room Floor : Adult Poetry

As I scatter the remnants of young age to the film

of my middle aged floor, I have uncovered within those

cylinders of time the unraveled spools of filament

before, and throughout, my existence.

As I crawl among the film scavenging the images

that compose the character I am at this moment I seek

in desperation for the exact method to advance my prospect

featuring in celebrated roles.

I seek those clips for which I was beautiful, generous, and

gorged with hope. I sever those cuts in which I was repulsive,

gluttonous, and filled with hate. Then I arrange carefully the

performance that I intend to expose into view, the balance of my life