They go often, seldom meet
take souvenirs of worth
reflective, potent
with potential for growth, though
must suffer Hollywood
amnesic clouts of happenstance,
the bum’s rush victim
Self inflicted and operated
a back scratch turned collar snatched
Synergy of leap and hurl
Blow life's currency
swinging blindly inward to
the beat and strum
of self loathing and other
wankery trifes
Wield drills and spades and toothpicks
hack by blade or handle’s bludgeon
subject roped
supine on Excalibur’s sheath,
score with searing fountain nibs
The cracked blunt spines
of wizened tomes, bruise
but unearth no unknown.
Paw their scrapbook’s lemon juice script
stare blind
blind in deep, deep empty chests.
So assemble each other in sunlight and dust
embrace a foreigner filling a lover’s skin
stretched and ill-fitting
tailored by failure to find.
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