Repurposed
Gray is the new black.
Thirty is the new twenty.
Clamp a wrench around
what you perceive, and turn.
Reality wobbles and rolls
on its side, so we can pat
its belly. What is under
the thing you think is true.
What else could it be.
How can you use it again.
Shove dirt into a rain boot
and then pansies. Drill
a hole through a Jack Daniel’s
bottle, and you have half
a lamp. Stay still, we ask
our things, while we repurpose
them. What we mean is stay,
still, we need a little longer.