THE HOLLYWOOD RAGE PAGE

I am in here. Hidden behind  layers of  paint  the pentimento  of this poem still longing to be seen I am in here. A message in a bottle cast into the very same sea That I used to swim in uncorked Like a pliant pollywog In between  My father’s patient bowed legs At the salty, Shell-slathered edges of a once upon a time Atlantic shoreline. I am in here. Sending out signals drawing hieroglyphics  writing in the mystical code of The carefully selected word Which are like doe-eyed dogs In a kennel  who speak in  the universal sign language of  The desperately waving tail Aching to be loved. and pleading to be taken home.