MISTER ALIGNED

bleeding ears and sullen eyes

when my heart turns into lies

and letters sent are scattered still

rejected and distilled and I said

set me up and knock me down

I’m a bowling pin made for knocking around

ready for the fall

and when it returns I’ll start it all again

dead letter to resend

when the scope is bent misaligned

I miss all my old friends in time

when with time I’m missed

and left behind

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