Weak Limbs


in life in all its bourgeois matters

shatter shatter bits of tatter

platter to the ground

greyhounds sounds ratter

a letter in my only fatter

notebooks filled with casual chatter

breaks bounds

season’s sounds

hounds me of a broken town

city on a leash unleashed

for minutes time of timid tease

help help

set on release

is feelings lost and found

absolved of any sinner vow

back bent to life a bow