Into a blue home box Rectangular comfort belies The narrow range of visual pinches That promise to salt my skies In one image I write fiction Chasing a Pulitzer Guise Hoping to heave rocks through diction A shattering ending denies Meaning much made out of grass Cut down to size once a week Beetles eat the edges of raspberry bushes The garden yard in which I seek Covering tracks by making more Each metaphor tells more than it shows Uneven is the count of the score As evidence comes to my nose Acceptance rejection will do not a good Effectively sucking the soul Belief in faith misunderstood Indexed fingers connect to the coal Burning makes binary computational light Pleasing and taking away Overdone language is not just a right It owns me with all of its spray