In Reflective Mode

Poetry monster's in reflective mode,
"as animal must be immediate,
I start by casting off of abstraction,
wonder cloak I hang closeted in me,

I treat sounds as smells, put my shapely snout
to the ground to try to sniff truffled words
unruffled underground, and dig them out
from where they're waiting to ambush me

my greed possesses me, I find myself
lost without dignity in humble quest
of sudden gift of earthly spell of what
I never knew until I found I did

enough for tonight,  it is work for me
to digest my self-disclosure to me"