I have been here, I have blinked 41 times. The slow art of the breath collection plate is in on me. The pictures in the bathroom, the toothpaste tubes in halgogen,
We were promising - poi kipper wrists, penny sweet whistle 'lean your neck back darling' necklace unclip. Kiss. The beer bottles tap tap our lips. Now we wake from sleep, our forehead lines
You hopeful gimmick - salvage some smile at least for yourself. Know that architects make mock morality with insurers honesty warranty of at least one month. What’s the logic in lust?
I take bits of the city into my wrists, the tattoo across my jugular - necklace names me Norwich. The wet pavement of my back is all horses running from routine –
Parade I am leading a parade of poems elephant through the night and like the edge of a wine glass folding or a flopping fish bellying they wont walk into their houses. I lay tables