A perfect world sways, urbanely,pours disempowerment, as from a decanter,sparkling, as poisons must,in…
We once grew here, rootboundtogether, in our sheltered garden.
Clip the wings and feelthe weight of mortality.
This was my world that you quaked.This was our joy that you took.
Can you hear the rift tearbetween your world and another,through your wall as she'ssingled out with a backhand:
We have forgotten the sound of truth.
Pardon my insouciance.
I am the inattentive spiritthat irons the creasesfrom your expectations.
It was not the tide,but my world that had turned -planted itself on a novel axis amidst an unknown galaxy.Against the bitter…
On most days, I travel with my counterfeit joys.My little black book, my listof guarantees, for this flimsy wind-up…