Square Peg,,In A Round Hole Poem by jerome moore

For those who have never read
I give you simple writing
the reckless
the morning
the disciplined
the youth
the up and outers
the down and outers
long words are ineffably
shorts words ambiguously deceiving
I try to carry off to you
I know how it is
I am marginalized like you
Lassoed by cowboys
lassoed in role play
a scarf stuck in the fingers of a desperate tree
a square peg in a circle
But now square
not not solid
and a four headed beast with thirty horns rises out of the deep black consciousness
of murky jelly
we call humanity
and I say I am invisible and off your watch.
go back to sleep
niche