Wish

Wishbone crack
 Broken back
 Incantation spoken through drums and burlap
 Anachronistic gaps in the narrative
 Tainted by lead paint and bad faith Imperative to keep the key close The rest of your life the gaping maw of a question
 Au nom de quoi?
 Or who? No answers or just too few?
 It’s a disaster tears into tar
 Don’t take it too far we got yard work to do Chewing on a duller hue of black rainbows Saying you’re still there but I know the truth Empty room of timid “maybes” just for you