Pass the
poison
Marvel at
it
Say you
don’t
Insist
Isn’t she a
beauty
Folks
Subconscious
Myth of
duty
Wipe my
sink
Still the
dry man duly soaks
Draining
mangle legend
Has it
dressed
In purple sodden
soul affection’s
Cubist hair
Lesson was
When time
went west
The dog
flats
Echo
She divine
and I would
wonder
like an
exorcist
in limbo
etiquetted
life was
rent
a party
spent
the cat
a
conscience
dreams
the milkman
walking
home a tear
of
heartbeat
desire
to take the
past
temporary
colour stain
hour glassed
and reclaim
even that memory
star shone
like addiction
promises
promises just can’t cure
the going
on shore
the going
of you
when going
then gone.
painting - Christ in the desert.
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