Because of what, & why not?
" Towards our sentimental friend the moon
a howl..." B.A.S, Memoir of a Dog
Walking walking walking
headlights shine like arrayed fangs of sharks who turn at speed
a sudden fog
Compleat mist to catch a nightcrawler but I harken to an-others call
The street awash in filament & diuresis
mercaptan my mercaptan
broken glass no more pungent than broken hearts,
kale burning on an island of Hong Kong
She walked by saying leading things
Nightclub lycanthropy the least of being
the steady lack of presence in contrast to
the constant essence lacking in our constant,
two, lessens,
Lessons
Lesions on a couer so used to damage
it hardly feels the breath of warmth
that care can manage.
A blog for slightly shameless self-promotion, of the work/career kind, with some random additions.
No comments:
Post a Comment