something will happen before you know it.
Recent exchange wuz a wave gbye,
just for the toiling foil: you two quite were the knocking
heads, against a rascal ornery some holy rule. Err bad. Really bad.
You had and he had stomped away.
Splinters of the thing done then wreak all over
the hovel. We ****** a ***** and create here
where it feels good to massage
with your hands, neck
stiff as bad buildings warning even with a tip
in the wind: somebody
gathered up
a spiny dearth, from her, like
the way one extracts fluid from a growth: we wanted
an emptiness so belittled: she had
millions of dreams:
she wandered placidly through life.
Instead, instead, instead. She
distances the self and goes to bed hungover and sun shining
instead. Whom gave it up for money,
that was a bad idea: for who you are, want to be.
