I am a weary salesman
moving door-to-door
Carrying tapestries
Woven to help
the loose ends
Of my heart meet.
I am a weary traveller
I move from place to place
Carrying memories
Embedded in me
The loose ends
Of my love run free.
I am a weary drunkard
I lurch from shot to shot
Carrying catastrophe
In effigies of me -
The loose ends
Burning hard and free.
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