A New York times best seller

 I woke up

Splattered all over the front page

Of the Washington post today.

 The paparazzi posting pictures

Of the shoes I wore

The night before

I woke up

The story had changed

The front page is the last page

The headlines are blank

The date is right

But the comics are no joke

My blood is dripping

From the crease in the page

 splattered all over your ankles

I washed out between the pages

Of somebody's post today...

Bob Jenkens

Autopsy of a poet blogspot.com/2018/07/autopsy-of-poet.html?m=1