Teeth
To rusted wire
broken connections
all we lost
this laughing place
What else to see
but delinquence
in sensitivity
to nothing
In broken mood
my back is out
ground in sleep
ground in sleep
the teeth don't fit
Try to whistle
somewhere safe
in the solitude
shouting as it wakes
No case to answer
the 2+2 together
what you see
what you get
Look, to collect
an instance of weeds
trembling for
imagined flowers
braces?
ReplyDeleteBraces? Are they possible? Sure. And all that is braced against us, like the teeth, arguing for a better deal.
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