Sunday 17 May 2020

I cannot smile at the men (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

Cardice kiste behest
coxswain hordes bearing
golden lace in bulk 
the white bonnets with 
hemophilia lazy chevron  
long train dresses 
papers piled a life shorn 
of difficult things 
reliant on that external vantage 
for orientation cross the line
of something small,
ice cream in the vine
tax forget I'm a good person 
I've written thousands of slips 
of paper negate here each 
in a sealed environment 
a metal loudhailer resides,
forget its yours a world 
marooned chicanes 
its yours