Monday, September 21, 1998


bound up in catwalks
of your feline terminus

to fulfil every wish
to reach inward to touch your hair
to gasp for breath
to wrap a rose in thorns

break rain and thunderstorms
drip drip drip into so many stagnant pools
kill the sun and become endless
break mirrors held together by tar

no more stained sheets
no more need for shelter
no more hourglass
no more truth

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