This Universe
2009 |
Planning is essential
If it wasn’t for the money
she wouldn’t like me much
Plans are useless
With the money
she likes me well enough
She tingles my pleasures and goes
It isn’t what I want
She leaves me
This isn’t what I wanted
We can’t exist for the sake of suffering alone
and it’s lonely
The facts change again
the glosses come off
The names are written in salty wet wakes
This universe
The names flare like iron in sand
is simple, beautiful, and elegant
-August 16, 2009-
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