At times we’ll hang
together, you –
and I; and when our words are over you’ll close our while
with unclear sadness, then turn away;
disappear
until I write again.
Left
we’re already beaten; there’s
no space for us
men – what purpose have we left?
I Miss
I miss the mountains the unpackt spaces crossed by night-long drives Asphalt...
Laugh
She opens her mouth, laughs wide and rough
Teeth jutting forward,
Incisors gnawing hahaha – ravaging the sky
Empty
Eyes return empty
from their vision quest
Leave my hands with nothing
to work and reflect