This garment time
made of illegible
old paperwork
and garden slop
and almost always
ill fitting

encumbers
everything with
smears of meant
and wasn't meant
and peppermint
and I never meant

everything did i
and I never meant
every time did i
ever mean what i
sank down
in the mud of now
on my knees to say

but today with you
being gone and all
on the way there
to not here or this
again but not again
or ever again i guess

outfitted in today's
threads ticking quietly away
like some bomb vest
hand stitched of veins
and thin bright tracts
of beliefs writhing
in dreams of ruling