These are the days, Neruda
The days we forget wholeheartedly
With wishbone silence
Hanging from some cabinet knob
Maybe we should have split a long time ago
Not knowing how to hold on right
We say fasten and attach
Like it's some kind of product
Like it's one in the same
You know it's not, Neruda
You would publicly debone
Any leftovers
And build a miniature planetarium
All this fixing
Meant to be guided
Possibly upward
Just for some levity
Until the dust settles
Onto any yellowed fat
Making a fuzzy treasure
That only hearkens a holiday
Not necessarily one particular moment
Where someone thought about getting their way
--
10.16.09
The days we forget wholeheartedly
With wishbone silence
Hanging from some cabinet knob
Maybe we should have split a long time ago
Not knowing how to hold on right
We say fasten and attach
Like it's some kind of product
Like it's one in the same
You know it's not, Neruda
You would publicly debone
Any leftovers
And build a miniature planetarium
All this fixing
Meant to be guided
Possibly upward
Just for some levity
Until the dust settles
Onto any yellowed fat
Making a fuzzy treasure
That only hearkens a holiday
Not necessarily one particular moment
Where someone thought about getting their way
--
10.16.09
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