this injured prose

by Jason Alan

you’ve sunken fresh teeth

into

this injured prose

falling stars

falling asleep

falling prey

to mediocrity

fragmented metaphors

tattered syntax

but you’re better than that

look into that

grain of salt

grain of wheat

grain of sand

search for that

grain of truth

reject

the nonsense and lies

only told by

nonsensical liars

deception is fuel for ignorance

question everything

especially that which you hold sacred,

that which you hold so dear

and cast this injured prose

into the sea