Jeff Weddle

Coming Right Up

Small cracks in old china 
arthritic hands barely useful
memories floating in time’s sewage 
addled conversation 
legs that surrender without a fight
spines devil bent
broken roads leading nowhere
cars that won’t run again
abandoned houses
lost dogs
love gone jagged
all joints begging mercy
empty shelves
broken dishes in high grass
dim light fading
mumbled dreams
lies held dear
these things we have become.