Thursday

pandemonium

and the conservatives. bewildered changing lover. her cloak clothes. coat. in the dressing room and over there she was coat check lady. bending by the rooted swan. I never heard such beauty as pained to cause its memory in my bone.Ssssssssssssssss roared the sssssssssssssssssinnnnnnnnggggggggggggsssssssssssss of her. Face ten thousand years later. A poet ripped her. And yes, it was the one, my body.


Come to me cancer one your dying tent is no base of this ______________ .