Picture Frame

I am a pair of too often
worn socks.

I am a pine tree at Christmas
and a Turkey on Thanksgiving.

Most of my thoughts smell that new car
smell and my breath sounds like unfinished

My mouth is a landfill.
My lips are a part of that landfill.

My eyes are steel engraved walls.
My skull is a wine glass.
My arms are members of my band.

My heart, I have no knowledge of
my heart.

I expect the skull to hold and
I expect the band to play and
I expect the garbage to pile up.

I only hope the heart continues on its way.

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