mend


wanted me
to know you
were injured,

hurt—i was hungry,
the crutch at a luncheon;

slim indifference,
friends alone.

phony company;
& wild associations.

leaving
these streets,
that fantasy
pops bubbles . . .

covering the same ground,
to apologize,
i hobble onward. off.
your mind on the hospital, sickness,
this big business,
getting
well . . .
feeling . . .
unhealthy;

having thoughts about them
 . . . are some good hearts out here?

men defiled by industry, production.