Fleeing From My Added Mouth

as stupid as i felt
when my shoe went flying
tailspin trampled
smashed bits in blinding dawn sun
of roaring wheeled metal

as dumb as when my frayed folders
ink blot scarred o-pee-chee
bled ruled paper
as i tasted knuckled grit

as foolish as the pointless plot
to crush that empty crate
jump, smash, crash gave way
to flustered face bursting blood
fleeing from my added mouth

it all looks like the work of genius
youth compiled on earthen crust
looking now from eyes that shed
shorn years lived
whence i held you