Cracks…..cracks…they run through us…veins of traveling fissures
leaking god knows what.
How long ago was your fall ? Mr. or Miss.
And do you know what you miss?
That once held you together.
Can you find that moment in time…where your mind
Arms flailing….you plummeted
that hole in the pit of you widening.
and then something just died.
They call me Humpty that rhymes with my last name
The king horses scotch taped me up and superglued my butt
I’m walking …I’m talking…Breathing through
a cracked gut.
But I’m breathing..
Not a yolk sizzling in the sun.
By Philip Wardlow 2016
3 thoughts on “How’s your Dumpty in your Humpty?”
Ohh i lovee this one! 💜
I figured you might… 🙂 Thanks
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