On the Edge of Definition

I put the wrong words to this
the wrong sounds

I hear, from years ago, an echo
and struggle to fit today
into old bottles

These words are wrong
I don't know the right words


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Cracker

You must be 80
I've seen you strut around the park

Today, I realised
I hadn't seen you for a while

Your collapsed shoulder, tilted neck
Broke me up


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The damned wrought

I found him dead, over the woods
cold, he had no one
just a clutch of useless, plain crystals

I'd seen him at the market, Friday
I told him, if you want to sell those things
you need to tart them up a bit



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