Fragments

1 November 2016

the secret

actually looking me in the eye

the balls it’s too late

Everything an unimaginable mystery

my swallow response the key, but really

beauty , vagrant ?
The laughing
body reclaiming its landscape.
never abandoned
curl into the crash position

a vinyl chair the stretched imprint of a thousand arses left waiting.

Perhaps,

I want to go home.
memory
will be confiscated by our customs.

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