I am beat
bent
like a horseshoe
dead broke too
I stroke
the embers
of a distant fire
rock my boat
at midstream
and mock
those who
bless me

There is too much
acid in the head
too much arrogance
in the mood

I stand on shaky ground
bared to the bone
with my hands
loped off
at the wrists
touching
cold stone

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