Look at me now,
startled button eyes,
and body filled with
hay and needles,
i've been finding them
sewing through my skin,
in and out, and in again.
Patches begin to form to fill
the empty spaces in,
frayed and tempted,
i keep pulling at these stitches,
replacing heart and mind
with rotting fall foliage
and match-sticks,
light the ends and something clicks,
the smell of sulfur
and smoke and the
cotton and corduroy ignites,
but still i light
the ends
to watch them burn.

i've been eating crows
and growing old,
bent over this stake
in a cornfield of my own making,
replacing myself
with make-do,
grinning like a fool
amidst this harvest ruin.

the needles take to sewing,
and i just keep on moving
without knowing where im going.

09/21/2010

Posted on 09/21/2010
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