Sunday, June 14, 2009


You are not the end-stop
Whereas I implore you 
to find some reason
in the dive
wanting it so bad
to end at you

I forget my trajectory
is exposed to salt-air
is prone to staleness

I am exploding
a mosaic of rust
I am infecting your glean

You won't wait with me
wind-warping the
skin we have left
You won't close your eyes
give in to the fall
letting loose skin take it on

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