unplug me now
in the corner
idle
spinning wheels
turning down
dead end
then one way
finally stopped
just a few
pictures please
nothing more
if it’s
unwanted
will stay home
under stars
safe
idle high can’t
be good for engines
still so much
to see
someone screams
daylight fades
to a humid gray
don’t know
where the mind goes
while all is
idle
thoughts become
mountains
to sit on
unfriendly mirrors cracked
not broken
serious when joking
idle he finds
his hands again
reaching for
what’s unattainable
should know by
now
only fails if
he doesn’t try
hands shaking
beginning again
no reason to be
there
ended up there
stroke of luck
still had two
years left
on the last
broken glass
smashing under
failure’s hands
not mine or his…
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