harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...
sun splays the sky apart : all its dreams and gleams of millennial gloom are all sparkling new . conceptualised : i act on — a bumped elbow thought patted knee pensée which ricochets in my waterlogged brain . . . the pearled white of bare bones seems to glimmer through the tiles and i remember the colour of chaos pooling in my navel — there is something sinking into my mouth ; something lapping at my lips like my tongue brims with it ( all ways ) mother's breast is radiation burnt , daddy's chest to be splayed open ( some day ) with the ruby insides inside out — it is your heart you know : for i wish someone would carry me in their heart : blood thin as aspirin — i cannot find the words — the willow tree in the apple orchard with its aching arms spread wide open to touch the grassy floor . i must find the words to relieve it ; thighs opened wide . something is not right . i try to remove it let it go free ly my melancholia my paraphernalia the white lights are just too bright
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