Thursday, October 16


Above all is the Disaster,
the fracture of bone mine against hers
It’s as if the will not is blown
( full glass tungsten firework
in great white flashes )It is one thing
to go to bed but bed to go without
someone you love opposite one
who does not love you is unfortunate
sonnet & again again the hurt
is my name on it –
So fall slowly the me organ vein lumps
& time space the love flowering over
& over, for you are not out it yet
but chained to the front, dragged
& dragged, farther farther.

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