gimp me you tired imagery,
yearning for retirement
I will store them,
servants well used
now used up,
so in the sweet time of now,
you discover
the new that
needs yet
to be writ...

"tears that fall like raindrops,"
will get their very own pasture
to moisten green, their extended service,
remarkable, but their contract, unrenewed

"scars on wrists"
won't be missed
and a thousand others

fresh faced, lovely to trace,
new sounds with fingers upon my lips,
pleasured agonies of scribe's script,
purr the poems that make us free
but freedom needs birthing anew

as you write it,
pass this test
is it hauntingly familiar,
then let it rest...