verwo

Break a leg
An arm, some toes
Build a nest
We never know
When luck might pass
And take your chances

Don’t run so fast
Picking up a pence
Spend the day
Dream of waking up
Half-er than empty weighs
Your Achilles’ cup

Break a leg
I’ll watch and smile
Clap and beg
To live that wiser while

Mind the gap
Don’t let your feet
Wager on this lap
You may one day speak
What our tongues sought
To write in stone

. . .
Who could condone
Such discoveries
Are not guarantied
And oh… varies
So widely a lone wolf’s creeds

They make the numbers
In relaxant omens
Warmth in December
Has us giggling pandemicly 
Ticking the good old daysLeft to come

Break a leg
I’ll clap and smile
How many skins we’ve shed
All for today’s style

We’ll slime up
Our sluggish yew
Fill our famished cups
If the rains allow us to

Break a leg
I’ll clap and smile
All the skins we’ve shed
When the reign allowed us to

I stole some apples, no one would eat
I stopped by the blue cops, seemed fed up
And got away with it

I stole some smokes, no one would smoke
A friend as if all decency had been revoked
Stopped me, offered his relief, with a cigarette

I stole some booze, no one got wasted on
The friend looked around, eyes after a beholder
Beauty withstanding, belongings in a blur

I stole some poets’ lines of thoughtless drama
And my well-read friend, told me what I meant
Like a shrink shrunk by theater, don’t tell him we vent
You’ll never get away with it

I stole some headphones, for my ears’ security
By the gray man, I was grinning so profusely
Sadly he listened well... I had to pay it
I could have cried on his shoulder
But he was listening well, I thought I’d be over
With the getting away
With it

I saw some apples, on which no one needed to type
Dusting out in a building’s cupboard, soon too ripe
For any future grounds, to allow their growth

A brother, had stolen the buildings’ keys
I’d gotten shy, so he said : 
« no one here to rattle melodies,
Whatever doors we were promised
They all lead to and from this pit
Yet what doth a handle mean, 
If we don’t have it? »

In turns we looked around
The halls were never so full of themselves
In turns we emptied the shelves
And the book’s laying, were never so sound
A title read : « footsteps to success »
Only a gentle clock, echoed in the room
My heart beat its violent measure : « whom
Was time then, that l forgot to express
Any smile, eyebrow lifting, sifting through this crest? »

We got out the main door, fell back in our own faces
Two streets later cackling madly, my beat’s races
Had yet slowed down, the blood rushed even more buoyant
We sold to the first buyers, after we cleansed any scent
They got away with it

The gray man had given me a pink paper
I paid those dues by the flat’s dripping tap
Dreamed of a leak, at the following nap

While the fog washes over the waves of our streets
Catching light in its mantel, yet never entrapping we meet
The rays slow, muffled such that their depth be palpable
Straight through wooly eyes and swollen parasols
And the photons puff in mid air, face to face and time to time
The stars no more reach us, only the groceries’ neon’s grime 

And I unwind as the dragging void dressed 
In the textures of a long joyous breath
Floats above the tracks’ 
Frozen necks hums 
an ablaze tune from the 20th
Imbues its bloom where have broken my bricks

Rise on, there is no more horizon
But a deadline eschewed in mist
I can see clearly now, how  we’re woven
And I unwind as the dragging void dressed 
In the textures of a long joyous breath
Floats above