if i stay here too long

will make a mess of myself

cornered all in my

mechanisms

heather screen

nor what he ever left

unseen

scattered on

coffee table varnish

boring holes in

discipline

smashed it all to

smithereens





share a perfect version

plucked off the shelf

terrapin ambitions of

self-help

stored in illusion

ornithopter craze

still catching rip-cords

handed off in rug burn

stinging welts and ruptures

nothing could have ever been

so lame





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