Right Before the Efflorescence
The sleeping body is unperterbed, untouched.
We keep
skidding into Fridays
reasonably engaged
as an excuse to not address fundamental flaws:
daily bread's lack,
sap, mud, unpleasant smells of transition.
Sing that old song:
Guy gets girl, crowd gets entertained,
it's a lunatic who can't shut up.
What promise 's a touch of your hand
feel the blood rush, see
maybe I don't blush, but sigh
holding memory like a path up a mountain
the alkaline night sky all rough with stars
why dedicate yourself to the unsafe when you can
ascend a tomorrow full of yesterdays?
soft as a nest
when it's March
I renew my subscription to patience
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