08.09.25
Run Away! We must run away!
Tolstoy
Drive away love in the alabast of
future dread & spite glimmers
its hurt embers in my chalked mind,
recommend speaking diagonally?
or not at all
I listen for coups, alibis,
reconnaissance missions
repeated mhaimeo
esophageal tears
the old canard inside
body ghosts
wrecked on love’s attrition
boke of stark light
to love the absent
