the most beautiful sunsets bring migraines-
flocculus, the two of us force quitting. i
dreamt of penguins. Deguy. A
Latino accusation, a bronx hall.
I asked: Annie’s fine. (fine, perhaps)
Think of the most arresting image.
( )
I make all sorts of critical claims, we
are bound together, bonded, bound
to be evaluated. I checked your cash
(you didn’t realise) the bag was so big
i could zip myself up in it, called you up
asked if I could stay
————————over
————————night.
nice poetry. link to me or there’ll be problems. look I made a post today, just to legitimise my blog: http://cleptoscriptics.wordpress.com/