Rain pattering the windows
dousing the heat we enjoyed
and the boat rocks gently with the swells
Where to go from here?
We make small jokes
—effective silence—
and listen to the rain
between the beats and the breaths
And when my friends ask
I keep your secrets
just as you keep mine
even from me.
temple to temple shiver lightning arcs between record in ether another round come spring time then without insulation
territory left unguarded becomes my land shall I leave my mark? or can you sense my presence? in time you will surrender
Ah yes, you simply must —must!— point out Thunders’ foibles. As if no one knew of his addictions… as if anyone would […]
across the river faint strip of orange stretched out to curse St. Elmo tickle the back of my throat with all that’s […]
