A dance with broken legs

Dancing with the broken legs


Look into those looking backing at you.
When the crashing of words together
Is forgiving those words.
When “I love yous” come back and tatter
So many wrongs.
I hit the wall before I even noticed who I was
How long can I drive until I am the one
Who admits the guilt of two.
Take the blame of sacred lacing.
How is the hands creeping in my ribs that
Of the girl of my dreams.
Shutter at the thought of roses for the
Rest of my life.
I think I travel the streets of many cities
To see myself inside of buildings built upon
Centuries ago.
When I return. I will close my hands and clap together
The musings of a break. A break of who I was when
I left. I gather words to write from an old dust pan
Something of a wicker in sentences to follow.
Lakes are turned over.
I almost love to watch you walk away.
Is it for the rest of years?
Keep your arms to yourself in this weather.
We don’t belong together tonight.
I will take my time to write your “Dear John”
Wouldn’t want to spoil the fun for you.
Just explain my expressions when
He is warming my side of the bed.
I will be thousands of miles away. In naked city
Streets to my eyes.
The lights will be my dressings. But again your name will
Be too much for the endings.