Thursday, August 2, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 490 - we are fish in the same tank loiter in the weeds

bite of ink-filled needles   taught me to relax
no way out   around    just through    the separation
of the minutes   into everything  but    stop
I sit reading on the kindle    take the leg of the
man  prone  across the room  for compass

we are fish in the same tank   loiter in the weeds

I love     inside the odour    of the parlour
swathes   of colour       black dripping
on the film  Vaseline  set down across each line
of my new created wound    I am permission 
taken  just about as far     as it can go

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