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
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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 “
