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you can't lie.
not when I can see your thighs. but then again,
you had me sold
on tales of sweet molasses and dry cider.
the way you paused when speaking . . . ungraceful, distant murmur -
***
overexposed, the sunbath upon Observatory Hill and
recollections of stark snaking contrasts
washed&mapped rolling contours;old town suburbs
this was oilpainting by seconds.
***
coffee break.
Fuck. What did we talk about? I felt so self-assured ,but
we dropped clauses from our conversations, until our
sparse sentences resolved to dust and breath.
***
and you left.
cobbled streets with your feet caught tight
in leather boots. clumpclumpclumping a narrative
& literature spilled from the ghosts of rattling trains and the mufflers bound to four lanes of apothesis
not when I can see your thighs. but then again,
you had me sold
on tales of sweet molasses and dry cider.
the way you paused when speaking . . . ungraceful, distant murmur -
***
overexposed, the sunbath upon Observatory Hill and
recollections of stark snaking contrasts
washed&mapped rolling contours;old town suburbs
this was oilpainting by seconds.
***
coffee break.
Fuck. What did we talk about? I felt so self-assured ,but
we dropped clauses from our conversations, until our
sparse sentences resolved to dust and breath.
***
and you left.
cobbled streets with your feet caught tight
in leather boots. clumpclumpclumping a narrative
& literature spilled from the ghosts of rattling trains and the mufflers bound to four lanes of apothesis
Nouns chase verbs around my head and I just can't fucking think without feeling my heart in my throat.
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"& literature spilled from the ghosts of rattling trains and the mufflers bound to four lanes of apotheosis"