for some reason
stitch and sew
repeats in my mind
like a child’s doll
eyes wide open
looking past
the lonely horizon
those loose ends
eventually tear open
momentarily
put back together
surgically restoring
lines of vision
and seamless smiles
july two thousand nineteen
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all rights reserved
we listened to pink floyd
all afternoon
before settling on watching the wall
neither sunlight nor lightning
could penetrate the electronic den
stocked with essentials and
adorned with colorful matter
that shined on the four corner speakers
slightly exposing fellow clan members
relaxing on the supersectional
and loveseat
and futon
and pink bean bag chair
sometime before the wall is smashed
a pizza delivery boy arrives unannounced
swarmed by our open arms
we tear into his flesh
only to stitch him
back together
like some old rag doll
november two thousand thirteen
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