Discrepancies lead by polishing blush off poached cheek bones-
Absconding from conditioned posture
Their smiles leak like bile collapsing from a severed stomach.
(I have to clean the cage before the bird can sing)
And I’ve met homeless veterans
Rubbing fingers together while pacing,
Condensing muscle spasms into a confession,
“I smoked meth earlier.”
The panhandler’s code absolves
Marketed to sell coinage and bread.
I apologize for them too.
From ruined probabilities
A continuous failure
Is birthed. But by
Potential starts as nothing
And continues to discover its essence