———tinning——————————perforated metal can——————hollow the
holes———————remember the telephones———————thick string
vibrations————stop the tinning————————————ringing——————hear
through lines—————do you copy—————————you sound like seashells———hold
on—breaking——up————muffled again————the tinning—————please stop the
tinning————————————I think————I’m—losing my mind again.
I’m drawn to your listening face its soft focus and calm demeanour a cheek in your palm book spread across your lap your eyes ...
After wandering through the starry sky all night, you are gently lifted, then suddenly fall, recaptured by this body, in the gray morning...
Off home alone, it’s nearly dawn, My spangled skirt is slightly torn, My dad would say I look a sight; Shite more like. The heel has...
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