Thursday, December 08, 2011

I should probably read poetry first

He comes to her bed
entangling their limbs
arms and hips

Presently present closed
impartial
electric light

Pleasantly
long suffering
abeyance

Put to death
beneath
complicated coverlets

I must be going through a break up

Oh we passivists

the world comes
and we're rocked by her waves

make slaves of her shelter
and are thereby enslaved

find us
our oyster
hammocks
and sleep

absent transgression
our endorsement
we keep