joy in an other or in the circumstance
that hovers to the points down dressed and flown in at stances
of lovers or rather of like what they offer
here though now placed distanced great from a grace of you
for the best or imagined
//
ive hired desires to just sit and set the lorne from such liars
take ownership to mean just a few of a handful of things
instead of everything, even though it means everything
look at me and how I just
sit around and fucking pout
//
I feel like all I feel is loss all the time
just subtraction, only onlys
grief and mourning with nothing much so suited for such things
and all with a shallow prescriptive touch
and a great grimace
//
drag my feet to the podium
mouth smeared with fondant
some vacant descent
whatever
run along the bottom
