Break open

While composed in line

with the stamp of these times,

between lapses

fumbling laxness

allows streaks of real to shine.


Old, broken

and a little shaken –

not the way to be seen, heard,

loved, fucked or remembered.

It’s too open.

Too open about the little defeats

inherited in our bones and meat-

and these flimsy new hearts, they moan

if you grab them hard and long,

forgetting how to beat.


Come on kids, break open-

the new and smooth are token

it’s not worthwhile to get

out of my lazy, old bed

if you’re not undone.


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