Haphazard Man
Red wires piercing through your skull shell
Like animal quills
Always pointing upwards
Challenging the sky
Your white cloud face
Casts shadows
Over shoulder bones that balance you out
Don’t topple!
Scabs crawl the cord
That stretches
down and up and up and down
Your back
It’s hard to tell where you begin and end
You haphazard creature
Made of bits of this
And bits of that
From soles to spikes
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