I have never used,
in poetry, the word
'love':
If you would indulge me
just once
to pour me this cup,
it would tell you shoot,
Love, load the trigger.
Take careful aim;
I am nothing but rubble
away from the sea,
fortress cities museum cities
perforated cities shooting targets.
-I could put gills on you-.
I suggest right on my knees,
white flag,
instead you scatter salt
On hard stone and dead cities,
as in me
not even the shade of a bulletdown from Atlantis.
