my lacquer,
is knackered,
is chipped, nicked and finished–
and clear,
my veneer
is dulled and diminished…
shellack
from
verknack
is cracking—no joke!
my varnish
so tarnished,
there’s no anecdote…
yes, I’ve lost
my gloss
tossed wrenches unneeded,
explains why
my wolf cry
is lately unheeded…
with bluster, though
luster grows
finding way back
to un-knick
my knacker,
and polish with wax,
a layer
mixing prayer
with skin newly formed…
in animate
laminate
patina unworn.
prompt: knackered
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