paper parts

i'm ready to be new again

I'd bear a lift made by queens
of stero deaths, and fake disease
and an earing pinned, on our tree
to stolen nights, and grass stained knees

a weekend shut in, the wisest man
left me with, "leave your eyes, the promise land"
with cinder blocks, tied to are soles
i'll stand again, i'll play my role

and hangmans letters, choking vowels
drying it, with sandpaper towels
settle, steal, remember words like "forget"
i'll break it down, i'll make it fit