thing  is


isn’t  that bad

shouldn’t be sad


the things said

made of air and lead

as iron melts

on a psyche dead


first ears then heart


go away go away

things said are true today


a joke this is! laughable?

the whole lot? all of it!

a joke of time, heart and spit?


where is the sound

their are no laughs

perhaps lost all senses

perhaps lost all past


everyone knows

it’ll eventually lose it


life and living

delicate dreams

caring and carrying

balancing bullshit


everyone knows it

it’s going to drop it

thing is

it knows

it’ll probably brake it


as simple as strings

how hard it clings

thing is

it knows

it’ll probably erase it


hearing hears as hearing hears

breaking is as breaking brakes

does it smell like vanilla or packaged drops

of stifled words and aching rocks


an iron pot

of pop rocks and rot


can one fix a wooden heart?

perhaps if it knew where to start

a potion maybe? too many already



it has not yet lost

still intact

firm as frost


thing is

it still loves you see


it still hears, breaks and spits


it will try and try

to not to knot

brake, damage, loose or drop


it will try to carry

try to care

till it dies

of ache or air