error, the simplest form of treason,
love's pasture
left unploughed for another season.
diction is best unsaid,
rent is paid on an aluminium bed.
she was sore from too much laboured breathing -
he watched her shoulders fall and rise,
two axes
under the ceiling.
a wishbone stuck in her teeth - he said:
i'll dream you another;
we'll case out tomorrow,
make full daylight
our recognition,
he said.
alas
a mole comes out shivering,
blind before birth,
some pretty thief,
a dead widow.
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