confession 2

By | 1 February 2017

it was Wed night in a tryst & what was my nom
de scène
? I was either getting ahead of or
tailgating myself, you were dressed in skin
I would be your cowl cowling at all hrs to make
sure. And all I said was, ‘You know we could’ve
collaged the ghost we needed out of merde &
feathers but some Man’s going to tell us what
we can. He’ll say hell he’ll be our major backer
can you believe but to hell, let’s brush
the glass dust from our heels let’s enter the
hatchway let’s lose our page again so well.’

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