when the cracks show
like dry earth filigree
i filler them
with lou reed & anne sexton
with sharp cheddar & con air
& i write something down
write this down
call it a poem
call it essential work
& rub the blear from my kliegs
& send this pixel clot & bolus
down the byebye wifi stream
& everyone look -
john cusaks saving the day
in his socks & sandals
i keep doing
& if i do hard enough
& dont look
into the morning mirror
then i might
bleed thru the cracks
& stain the stage
& make them see
after the curtains are down& the lights are up
what it looks like
to keep doing
& the true-crime
look of it all
the
bludgeoned grey streets
truck hammered
crumbling mask
leaks green
out its
creeping cracks
thats the world
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