i am the garbled
skin, akin to mangling
of the forehead of a cigarette smoker, taking the very first drag of his day. stay away
night intecedes every breath
and a feverish pitch of the hour hand me downs and ups
i am also, simultaneously
the breaking of the dam
a satisfying flush, blush and
broken capillaries, corrolaries
streams and rivers, colour
relief after it, tornado on the lips, tips and haggling loose(noose)
change(and also the verb, reverb)
and the death that destroys its patella
on it(bee)s knees, slow and avoidable but
inexorable
YOU ARE READING
Revèuse
Poetry"Everyday we prepare a face, to face the faces we must face." TS Eliot this book will never end, it's a way for me to keep pieces of me safe.
