All love
is careless
bleating
sadly into some thing or other or
mainlining
its way into varicose
The
millionaires of summer
swelter
away in Old Montreal
delve
deep into marry me’s
I’m
scared all the way
down the
skill hull
it’s
always a point of almost-pride
No
setting to this poem
but your
mind’s alright
and the
pediatricians are sleeping
so just
skulk softly
1 comment:
I like it J-P. Varicose and comatose. I like no setting gem in rough.
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