I touched an a priori love with the
same invisible hand that directs lust,
breaks trust then waves them off.
Absence is:
-subtraction of sex.
-abstraction of the rest.
-like formulaic espresso pulls.
-breathing steel and straws, they blow.
-rootless trees and our gutless poetic slush.
-cigarette-splashes, the smell of dead matches.
A guardian specter.
Lectured in your technique, my body
resigns from pursuit and memories
imperceptible but residual reemerge as
impossible.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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