Bright Eyes
The first one in open water patrols the lonesome beach. Grateful for stillness to serve as the filter held in nimble hands. The inescapable skies above muddy reaches found rooted in sands. Four winds can’t obey the ton of deadweight that calls itself human. To have and to hold without distractions. Taking off my jacket I find my house keys. The new kid sold his lures and tackle. Box tops will buy them if you sink on one knee.
Fun Lovers I grasped finally when I last ate valentine candy. In its heart shape, with tender script. The blue one dyes wombs of new friends. The same ones, I at first adored. Then it turned out, they’re friends like stooges or footmen. Reaping the same, as we always have we watch together incipient breathing. We waited to see ourselves over by the coffee machine. Dropping poker chips after…
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