A naked poem

A naked poem

A naked poem

 

Agile weeds that cling

To places I leave exposed

Are markers of time mis-spent

 

I am left with remnants

Shards from what should have been

All those glittering achievements

 

Shreds from a garment

Woven from wobbly love

That inexact thing

 

A heart beat

Stretched muscle

At the source of tears

 

Remember being the refrain

That echoes and thunders

Even under cover of sleep

 

Not even dreams

Can render

Happy endings

 

For this mind will believe

The imprisoned propaganda

Of some previous elite

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