How To Find The Way Poem by Ben Gieske

Up to a gnu’s ankle bones
swamping through the grasses of the Serengeti
a prospector breeches
hints of night’s voila

How to find the insect of faith
in such a pond of undistilled splatter
How to steer the helm through this Iago
chasm of fatal idolic inner substance

an image, a stage, a muse, sun screen of fame
the obvious school rules from the past brewery
of life’s stuff on a satellite of anxiety
needing a touch-up of oriental sobriety

uncommon ingredients of a writer’s inspiration
along a moat of moon and alarm
no crooner but a roamer amid life’s nemesis
without tonsorial protection of sacred letters

- Ben Gieske, September 9,2008