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Smoke and Mirrors (A Letter to Section Twenty Eight)
If only you saw they loved the smoke.
Know it were the shapes frolicking space
forming air they cheerfully choke on,
take a glass. Scoop it up drink it for them
swallow the haze, spittle on the mirror
mist this muse with thick saliva
so together they can press lips.
in the dusk where ignorance is shade,
the same as she and he did.
[2020]
Friday 29th May 2020 4:07 pm
Her Heart, My Heart
move a beat binding
pulse together,
two halves holding
the tailed ricochets
making rhythm this
romantic headache,
a
hammering allure,
and
ambidextrous adoring,
we could equally,
elope a pre-set,
picking the pace-
a metronome dragging,
the default off-beat,
out,
in,
every,
sense,
I steal the second-
with her heart beating-
with my hea...
Tuesday 12th May 2020 3:45 pm
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