always
blood bleeding
from some tear
somewhere
red leaks
out my
meatbag
canvas
~
& hair roots
have tumbled
from my crown
start new
& lonely lives
where ever
their tumble
took them
~
ridged nails
split & burr
joints crack & pop
like firewood coals
~
bike crash
thorn rips
show only
in high contrast photos
( vet patched me up
yes - a vet )
~
& now
homeless
matter
beds down
inside
old scar
crevice
furrows
like a
city-stained
overdue
pressure-wash
town hall
wearing the weather
from way-to-be-healthy.blogspot.com
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