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had you not been properly briefed beforehand, you know i would have thought you innocent but all the roads lead to guilty & the jury is coming back in

& your hands are burned from multiple placements on the burner

& your body sweats with recent moments of pestering passions

i tell ya

had i not seen you years ago all forthright & cocky at the top

i never would’ve recognized you---

but the things that define are so very hard to hide &

the past is never quite as kind as you think it might be when you are successfully able to run from it,

now is it?

 

go ahead now,

sit down at your computer & do your little search,

finding all the friends you thought you had

trying to rekindle something that is so far gone

you’ll never ever reel it back you know

(the fishing rod is broke like the spoke to a wheel that has broken and fallen out from beneath the rest of the carriage, now solely responsible for the dwindling sink to the bottom of the lake where today only the wreckage can be found).

 

so where did all the time go &

what are these wrinkles doing, burrowing themselves in your face?

where did all the possibility go &

what is this stagnation doing, having made its home in your heart & proving itself

permanent?

 

you want answers!

you want names!

you want evidence from someone, something, somewhere,

that this is not how it will end!

 

and yet,

you accept it all the same,

becoming just another aged

cliché.

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