Life’s a missed stitch, a stain, a misprint
A crumpled ball inside your head,
Ironed out and wrinkled again;
Tossed into the waste bin, I kissed the rim
And slipped, now I’m holding onto the edge
Like some failed gymnast- a trapeze artist
Without a sense of balance.

Stupid *****.

You balled a fist attached to weak wrists,
Went for an easy hit, swung and missed;
Knocked yourself unconscious.

-SLuR