We're all broken goods waiting for
someone to come along with enough
glue. How many shards are you?
                  Trained in panic.
                        Anxious?
Proud penning pearls of wisdom
that don't do a damn bit of good.
          Tried and tempted-
Still breathing life over the edge.
          Never stop.
Let them Dream and Drip into
the soup. It's theirs.
     Love affairs
          are
             mental.