Rocks for the falling, stones for the pushing

On a rocking chair, a spine is reduced
and reduced and reduced. The bones
wear down like thrift store shoes
punching another two hundred klicks.
Am I a plant that thrives in low
light conditions? Should I draw
the shades? I need to practice
drawing shades. They're so elusive
with their permanent partial
creases and translucent plastic
wands. The sun is the only dude
that deduces the poisons behind
my postures. So there is that
reason to leave the windows
open, even as the eyes of the
street are on you. Make your
play. Your time is nigh. The
world will never forgive you.

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