Through the neighborhood window
Often I out-freak in gloomy, gloomy cheatings
but when so tired, romantically self-destructive
and hurt, don’t forget: the Nichols upstream
have tapped the well of all vital fluids. Pricks
and hurts, and try to understand. The convenient
belief cannot be the true one. You say you are
thinking of all the things you wish never happened
to you.
Moonlit leaves, warm on the floor.
Sept 19 ?
Crack an egg
in it. Dip face
in waters. Sip
slow. Turn the
car, drive your
love. Don’t
crack.
Night after Vermont
One thousand the thousand
nights and days these
brains were lived in
Now finally to be
with you, just chatting
all blown out
One to the other
Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut
our funny surface. I’ll take it. Time’s up, noted.
A forgotten war was lost and we are left among
conquerors, noted. That’s kinda funny, no it’s fucked
up, noted. Love you, miss you, noted. Impersonal
slush, some funny melody.
Far far from the heart, not so far from each other.
