#374 - days in the falling apart book

 

8.1.21

374

2.8

days in the falling apart book

 

mourn remember

smell of a self

 

possible because of others

and could be whom

 

I patch and dizzy

follow a line

hold together

 

news breaking

over all heads

 

spread seasons

come still

rise to fire

 

live in a broken world

here there

 

‘pretty good’

I tell them   

it overflows a life

 

telling time

each to own garden

 

and is there a leak from the broken head heart?

 

bent snout

breath older than lost socks thus

caught in these stench vials

 

I know you can kill a thing with the simple nod …

acknowledge

just by seeing that it’s there

even hear before

 

flown scraps to flame

kingly in the call to

 

hours over run the clock

to seed!

 

here’s the instrument in parts

 

someone lives a shanty so

skerrick of bliss in the bud

 

torn pages too

one comes to bite

then this other

 

and in a wrinkle of the brow

with a heigh and a ho

and friends all here

gone under too

nonny nonny

death in the undertock

of mock

 

dream sleep

until time’s up