Clutter Poem by Christopher J. Grasso

We are the clutter of a bookstore
Cluttering the space of stacking in order
Stacking ourselves above the rungs of levelness
Leveling ourselves as clutter stacks too high
Hiding ourselves with skin covered hardback
words reveled once you get inside us
and focus breath with words read from the
leveling of hiding thick skin and our own clutter
cluttering selections of tales alive, our
stories stacking ourselves higher, unleveled, until
we topple and lay among the pile of each
other, under what section do you lie?
cluttered together in unread lumps unraveled
pages torn from reveling ourselves open
torn pages of each other stacked for the pile
helps to rise above the clutter for the leveling
of ourselves again and again each time our spines
weaken, bending as torn pages clutter and stack new spaces
on bookshelves, our own stacking lessens with each
reveling, less words, less breath to notice in ourselves
we lose sentiment as our clutter consumes us
as the stacking heightens though the cluster remains
us, torn pages on the floor cluttering the new
stack thrown away from ourselves as we all clutter again
for that one rung just above us and topple.