and i forgot your name this time around – truly –
I remember the sharply bent face, and the way white wine
–out of nerves- damped
My Luscher test says I lack allies -- your tobacco-filled mouth
could well be a fine substitute
to mosquito filled nooks, terracotta stained sandals, my own
sharp curve of hip
rough wet sand to the Indian ocean
i think, definitely, you have a way with words. not much of an art guy, but sometimes the way that you put things -
like something that stood out to me at a museum. if you could buy people's poetry off them - i would buy that.
"Well if it's up to me I'll take that rough wet sand and resurrect the tower of Babel. A gleaming Ziggurat that will reach the sky. A bridge to the innate fecundity of the cosmos which we'll so boldly embody when we emote and exude. Our nimbuses will glow with transcendental translucence", I said as I put out another cigarette.