Recants

Shunted from disjointed markers,
Tagged for other ventures

Was the rag

We laughed on the way home about.
"Whose?" "Why?"

Elementary, fundamental
Questions anyone passing

That trail would ask.

Simple trash villains -
(Etymologically) -
Retain the scene witnessed

On uneventful treks each dawn presumes;

It was that hanging ribboned parcel which
Caught eyes watching

For every and any
Disparity upon the worn,

Barking curvature.

An origin free of malaise
Did not, could not occur

To us, given
The untradeworthy condition
This sunken cost now held.
Beneath our feigned interpretation

Casting the ornament a punchline
Was a lowly knocking
Stomach-ache

Composed of lingering recants;

"I don't really feel this way."