the idle mountain of laundry
in the corner smelt of saltine sweat
a shadow deliriously starved
on the bedraggled linoleum
simmer of onions, the feral trample
on iron, there is a proper pang
in admittedly blurting out
Never
Again
Are
We
To
Be
falling into the well of the ear
to surge anew, a slovenly love,
overcast of the body now gone
and only fulgent lamp-like brightness
unmoving in its resort
tells me something hazed
and invisible enough to be seen
yet painstakingly entering are these
reminders of the remainders - the only
resolute and reachable object
is this photograph of your
once bright smile
illuminating all mirrors
dizzy with the image of myself,
alone and bedimmed
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
the idle mountain of laundry
in the corner smelt of saltine sweat
a shadow deliriously starved
on the bedraggled linoleum
simmer of onions, the feral trample
on iron, there is a proper pang
in admittedly blurting out
Never
Again
Are
We
To
Be
falling into the well of the ear
to surge anew, a slovenly love,
overcast of the body now gone
and only fulgent lamp-like brightness
unmoving in its resort
tells me something hazed
and invisible enough to be seen
yet painstakingly entering are these
reminders of the remainders - the only
resolute and reachable object
is this photograph of your
once bright smile
illuminating all mirrors
dizzy with the image of myself,
alone and bedimmed
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