Half Hinged

So many beats in conversation, such live
rhythms of the here and now. The looking
back’s not conducive to this place today.
If any day.
It’s too hard to really say if focus
can displace the place so completely as to
keep me from running away like so much
of before. So sure. Half the head I had hinged

back down the road lost its nuts and bolts,
so much spillage has lead them to find me

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