Waiting for something tonal
to happen

Wherein there are only
shapes

     some skew dry leaf
     patent moonclip. Shining
     likewise nail clipping
     spit drool sleepy mouth out
     no doubt sad because tears happen this way
     but wouldn’t really know, a note, scrawled on shopping list back
a tad out of true
     true, couldn’t be from you. You not symmetrical. But nevertheless beautiful. A
     bonny lad with a sideways mouth grown old round
     shouldered. Less bothersome. More mellow. More passive aggressive
     hairs
     doghairs
     clouts in the beer foam
     spew
     angersome oranges
     seeds uncome-a-sproutin’
     speechy war sibilants
     spoons, (as gradations), salt/ mustard/ sugar/ tea/ desert/ table/ soup/ oh
     fuckin’ ladle up to:
     shovel
     ooh more recursive agreements, signed, probably loops

need grout

Looking for straight.
Out.



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