nameless keys jingle
in the leather coat pocket
rusty, dingy cogs of a collapsed contraption
reminders of lapsed love, letting loose...
lessons learned
they are tomorrow's mail,
a forgotten token
to send to once kind thoughts,
now doubting disappointment
that Thomas won't
touch this blood
that has flowed
far from its origin
its life is new,
refusing to look back...
refusing to make the same mistakes
it caught the flight
to the distant horizon
with sunflower seed hitchhikers
dropped in its luggage
by its guiding hands
the tag-alongs of promise
tell of days to come
of days cherished
and savored
of days bleeding
from stomach, chest, and eyes
wanted tones drive those devils
to their earthly beds
that no priest could cast out
just as the postman
will cast the dingy cogs
to a past hell, relieving
the leather coat of its heavy burden
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