Knees and Fists and Teeth

I'll let you in on a secret: 

this is an accident, a mistake that happened to turn out well, 

an unintentional success and this success will be sabotaged

but never beyond salvageable so it's always scattered with

remains, old loose screws, a scrap-heap mind

and this is unbrushed and unironic 

and this is not inspiration, this is fear looking for distraction

and this is not energy, this is endlessly having to run

and this is not going to impress anyone 

because soon they'll grow bored.