Than walk blindly between tables at a flea market
Fighting impulse
Raise booted foot and smash, smash, smash
Games and cozies and discarded china crashing to the beaten earth
Grip your back tightly as you weave through the cars and pray
That your need to prove your manhood
Cancels not my desire to draw constant breath
To accept chilly silence as the price of not being alone
Too large a price
Embrace solitude instead of
Stalking imagined competition in constant fear
The embers that glow relentlessly among the endearments
A shoddy glue designed only for a sell-by date
Or barter kisses for your friendly, breezy farewells.
Seeker of reality among the ruins of past love
Instead of a reality ruined
Asking if perhaps
Sane standards
Find echo in sound of another voice
Not yet.
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