Before the Rot

Rocked the cradle til it stopped.
A fable for the living and a telltale sign.
Infinite installments of love-me, love-me-nots.
Unable to unlabel, was it just an afterthought?

Picked the fruit before the rot.
Organic panic as I sanctified the lemon-lime.
Fizzy figures frolicking, the frail fella forgot
to stock the soup and steep the tea inside the pot

A letter appeared

Buried in a pocket. Hit me like a rocket.
Sucker-punch, without a socket, I unplugged.
Vids on mute. Long commute. Smile upside down.
Disembarked my body on the wrong side of town.

Mocked the birds until they flocked.
The balcony of agony. The remedy I sought.
Hidden like a treasure, underneath a ledger.
Reluctantly remembered. X marks the spot.

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