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

start

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

 

alas

it has not yet lost

still intact

firm as frost

 

thing is

it still loves you see

it’s

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

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