“Broken Widow”
Break the glass of a spider’s past
it’s lonely in the garbage
just through me, away:
and all my time spent in the willow
with you, garages
we made the best of our porridge
beaten sneakers, snakeskin boots
dimestore tears, for sales and signs
of magic pennies in your promises
goodbye to your greetings, the stress collected in a wet t-shirt, bareknuckled
smoldering stems, the one ember that would not die, dyed to roosters,
ragamuffins, the kites of criminals
foundations to sawdust
the fake princess, chintzy blood, everlasting tears,
duo crystal shadows
affairs of the smoke metal heart,
eaten rainwater, byways of train planes
that harps breed arrows
the curtain of agony, that trellis of trust
boutique voodoo and vodka thy name.
nicholauspatnaude 
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