an instant coffee poem scribbled on the back of an iPhone, and mailed to the motley crew hanging in these environs
my request, your bequest <>
never had an article of clothes that required a hem to be tailored, but you my daredevil darlings, bring me now you & yours, a hem of thy choicest choosing
that I may taste your dew, this and thus enlivened, I will love you, far more than forever, beyond my overwhelming incarcerated capacity to absorb, but to exist and seize the dew of your souls, each an adrenaline ephedrine shot to our mutualized brain ~ our soul’s temporal abode
the meaning plain!
you too will forever be within the unlimited scope of this script on the universe of the internet, far longer than any intimate moment we could share ,
a sensory beyond the physicall
I beg you please!
9:19 am Thurs Sept. 12 two thousand and twenty four
paraphrasing a lyric from Cohen’s “Sisters of Mercy “