24.07.25
Private reneges of your work
they cinch your mouth
cribbing the terminal regimes
you put them into pockets instead
for Life is very precious
ingurgitate managerial techniques
like renal fluids
your souls opaque dulling
ached out secrets
tribulated in more hushes
vertebral column ethically sourced
all of us fall down
demote futures burnt colour
no one believes in
locally grown white
cosmos & dahlias
so there's this little dark
corner of my room
that talks to me like
telemedicine comforts
I sometimes talk back
in stunted light tenderly
reciting deserted past prescriptions
their gentle phosphorescences
the meaning of them emulsifying
