Lost
in Art
by R E Ford
by R E Ford
“I'm
a broken man,” he says with a slur.
“You're
coming down to go places,”
she
holds his hand. She's fragile too.
Wavering
stars in the corridor of poetry—
I
read the words and studied the music.
It
made me feel too indifferent and distant.
People
talk, I don't because I'm somewhere
in
between places caught off guard by
the
people who don't know the words
that
shatter the margin of the self, he thinks.
“I'm
trying new things, not because I want
to
or care to, but because when the beaten
down-ness
of life got me, I lost it,” he says
as
she pulls him closer. She holds his hand.
“Good
men suffer, great men get lost
in
trying to become something bigger
than
the talk of the town,” she kisses him.
R
E Ford lives in Brownsburg. He just published his first book of
poetry, Justified Dreainess (The Nymphs Lit, 2017.) You can
find some of his work on his Instagram page.