piecemeal, i put myself together
from scrapyard leaflet poltergeists.
am i substance or drain water.
do i exist or consist of mists.
we broke something in the world.
we broke something in the world,
and it broke something in me.
my skin, foe leather, stranger garb.
i discover me in a yorick lawnscape
a fellow of infinite jest,
displacing investigations i flee,
climb a flag pole with no flag.
i was too aloof, now i’m absent.
i broke for the woods too soon
i left the house burning.