There was a wall of faces
Like a clothesline
stretched between folks
standing faceless like old trees
Their bodies were strewn
like old jeans upon it
Their faces went taut then loose
Stretched out and then
collapsed
All of them had been singing
then screaming
All of them had forgotten
how love worked and justice
delayed looked about
par for the course
After all they were just words

Don’t give them the time of day
Just relax and let the time of day
go taut then slack
and you will be left standing
taut then loose
billowing out like a sail
then falling slack
like old jeans
You’ll be one too
A pair of old jeans
waiting to be tossed
The shore is hungry for you
The television awaits you
The radio awaits you with
music like a shroud on a frayed line
going taut then loose
You bury your face in it
because this is what you are
now as the wind quickens
then fails

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onward,
T