Heart of piece
Jagged and caught
Tearing holes in
Anatomy
Lost to me
The time when
Anti-inflammatory
Ended the story
Now stitches
Clot the blood
Won’t staunch the flood
Throat and eyes
Scratched and dried
Stop and I’d
Give the contents
And my character
And every lost
Cell and membrane
If you could build me
A scab
I’d wear it off
Wear it down
To the capsule
Where the ends meet
Where we repeat
The aches
Waiting
For the scar.
Plans
Booked, busy
No one with a ticket
To match mine
Full tank
No map
Can’t read one anyway
Dreams in the last town
Chasing letters
And numbers
Getting out
Turning back
Dots and pins
That
Keep us in
Circling the same
Round about
Again and
Again
Unable to
Wrench the wheel
Because the hands
Clenched
Are
Rigid tight
And won’t let go
Pictures
In my hozison
And posts
Stringing lines
Lies
Can’t keep eyes on
Everything
Turn, turn,
Seen this turn before
Passing again
Please pass
Haven’t made the city yet
Here in the slow lane
Short legs can’t keep up
Longer every day
Same shoes
Next to the stairs
Bounding down
Trudging up
Same bed
Next to the stairs
Crawling in
Staying forever
Unless there are
plans
So proud of you
So…
Should I wait for…
You…
Almost done
Not my turn
Not my
Fundamental
Victory
Those come
In the
Parlor maids door
Serving drinks
For the quality
To celebrate
The quality of
Everything you do
You
Meant to be about you
Sorry
Forgot my choices
Again
Before
You
You won again.
So proud of you.
Not a sin
Not a single
day
Without
A confession
Leaving through
The absolvent’s curtain
Forgiving again
From both sides
Of the kneeler
Proud of the thief
Empathizing of the covetous
Stroking the vanity
Cloaking
The smile
The tears
Already masters
Of self defense
Of you.
For you
To you
This moment.
Harder to give away
When a moment
Is all you want.
And all I want
Is for the moment
To choke
On it.
When I breathed
Remembered
There weren’t hands around my neck
They were
There
And I didn’t have to prove,
I did.
I didn’t have to
But if I want to
There’s more to being proud.
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