Folding Chairs


Full blown.

A button smashing secret code.

The real thing,

not something we’ve ever seen before.

Outlaw nights.

Outta sight.

What’s right

and what’s wrong

gets graded along

the long curve

of time.

I only know

which mistakes are mine.

Settle it out, now.

Takes a bit,

like a flick of the wrist

for the gold

to separate out.

Know this;

all things

have to come down

to this gravity well

to exist.

Something about

the walls being thin here.

You can see everything,

but it’s not a window,

it’s a mirror.


HG – 2022

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