(Bad days.)
Found a piece of poetry among artistic junk in my room.
Let's try and see what comes out of it:

We step into the rodeo

like soldiers, or an army.

But it's only papers that

we trade, not lands.

I've lost an emotion in the pages

of your bible.

Hard-cover,

covering a heart.

We are all monsters in a book,

hooked on the look

of a reader's misconception.

But the climax always lingers,

like a shadowy catharsis.

You can peel me.

Can you feel me?

Going undercover

to crack your hard-cover.

Our misconception

made me a lover.

© Barith Ball