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Broken things


"its broken
can you fix it
sort of
why don't you
haven't gotten around to it
nice chair wasn't it
that's why I keep it

How about this one
Its broken
Looks ok
I fixed it
Sort of
Can I sit in it
Sure use this pillow

Oh!

And so it goes

Things break

Some from use

Some from disuse
others of course from abuse
Neglect plays a big part
so does indifference

Life is hard
on inanimate objects


The living fair better

I mean to a point
they regenerate
broken bones mend
chair legs don't
its simple
Even a broken heart
will heal

Somewhat
on its own

Ever seen a porcelain
stature
pull its self
back together?

No it just lies around
woeful
and fragmented
indefinitely
by the time
the Duco cement
comes out
its lost some pieces
and it ends up
in a draw
somewhere

I've got boxes
full of stuff like that

Why?
The answer (could be) sentiment
at least you would think so
but it isn't
isn't it really something else

A child's toy

We might understand
"It broke"
you held it up
imploring
"Broke"
you said
Don't worry dear we'll get another one
No
Not good enough
I want this one
but its broken now
I don't care
and off you go
with your broken toy
And now here it is
still (broken)

Ok fair enough
perhaps that's where it begins
And so do those little lectures about
"How we take care of our things"
But the plain truth is
that things don't last
and obsessing about it doesn't help

Just as the Pharaohs

My roof leaks
its broke
sort of

If it were skin
it would heal
eventually
The leak only gets worse
I have to fix it
eventually

This takes time
and effort
Maintenance
they call it

Do you have any idea
how much of your life
is dedicated to maintaining
inanimate things?

Lots
more than you realize
I'd venture a guess
that 80% of life
goes to breathing life
into lifeless things

Cars, big item
houses bigger still
Highways Huge

VCRs , microwaves, TVs ,
forget it
Now one even bothers
anymore

Replacement
if you don't think replacement
is a form of maintenance
you're in denial
Scary is it

How many toys
did you break
that you didn't keep
How many bikes
radios, glasses
What if you kept every car
you ever owned
Christ what a mess.
Get the picture
Every life is really
a junk yard
in transition
I love junkyards
curio shops you can't
even walk around in
Heaven

Funny little couples in Santa Monica
who live in a house made of
bottle caps and lipstick tubes
Sure why not

Crazy old ladies
found dead in a house
filled with everything
Every Thing they ever owned
not crazy,
not crazy at all

Sentimental?

Every Waterbury Republican since 1903
I don't think so
I think its something else

Ever talk to a junk dealer
or a curio shop owner
I don't mean some smarmy
antique dealer
I'll get to them
No, I mean the person
rattling around behind all that stuff
Ever notice how unpleasant they are
As if the open sign on the door
was an oversight
and you had just barged in on them
in the middle of some bizarre
ritualized act
of auto eroticism
with a 1932 Hudson
Hood ornament

Sell anything
Nonsense
Nothing even has price tags
But
spend a few hours in there
poking around
and then
ask them about the 52,000
different iron doorstops
or the strange shaped tool with two blades
and wooden handle
and funny curved thing
sticking out of it
and the next thing you know
they're blowing dust off an old chest
that doesn't look
like its been opened for 30 years
and showing you stuff you can't imagine
And you're on the floor

Rooting around
both ignoring
the couple that just walked in
with matching sweaters
tied around their necks
growling when they ask about Iron door stops

"Don't have any"
"what about this one"

50 bucks
isn't that a bit high
take it or leave it
We'll take it, its perfect isn't it honey
leave the money on the table
do you take Visa
Nope
Its not about the money

Its about old broken stuff
its about toys in the attic
tools in the cellar
hubcaps and license plate
on the walls of the garage
Its about boxes
of mis-matched pieces
its not about collecting
hummels
or dolls
or baseball cards
It isn't about collecting
its about broken things
discarded things
forgotten things
things that outlived their usefulness
or purpose
or even the lives
of anyone who ever knew
what they were good for
Its not about sentiment

Its about cherishing
the broken thing
because it's broken
because once it wasn't

Because once it Was something
meant something

Its about tragedy

And longing
Its about hope
and fidelity
Its about holding on
and worse
its about failure and despair
and as Life goes on
it was what was discarded
that we long for
and it is about that part of us
that was alive when it was not
broken
and it is about the part of us
that saw it Break
and that part of us
that broke with it

And we mended
but there were pieces missing
It is after all
the broken things
that are the most human
of the objects we cherish
and they are parts of us
And I am suspicious
of people
who keep no Broken things

how easily they discard
the no longer useful
the worn out
the thread bare
and torn
Seemingly without remorse
Oh, but how they prize
their Chippendale
Yep paid $50 bucks
for that iron door stop
Yea, its not about the value
its about the caring

Its broken alright
but I might get around to fixing it
And when all is said and done
I may not have
fixed it all
but it wasn't for lack
of caring

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