#1729 - damaged goods

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damaged people

 

chips out

strips off

 

people with dings

missing bits, lost

 

people who remember how little they are

reek now though

 

and people who can’t

 

the augmented, the diminished

 

people inscribed and blank too

 

those in the deeps

those under

 

those fallen prey to

 

these are awkwardly attempting themselves

 

faraway people mistaking

 

all failing in the end

and some won’t even try

 

yet wishful

 

screw loose, not quite right

out of our tinies

 

a singing midst

sometimes even

nose to nose

or other touch

 

occasional cases of decency

 

we mouth to mouth it on like words

as it was passed down to us

 

a wild undressing in the nuzzle whim

 

folks like us I mean

the broken and the pastured out

 

this midst as much

 

trapped in the laughter of love

 

we are all consequence and no beginning

 

wept past in the storm

 

because we trust and care

 

not a chance that we’ll survive