Oona

The Poetes Maudit, you always love, keep me going for a bit, is that all there is, beside your son, who goes back to prison, and scatters easy his shift, in terms of women, you note his alarming drift, salt provides an earthly rim, say it's a dry run, for him jumping ship, i don't need this shit, what have you begun, with your evening crimp, dicey laughter jolts a kiss, birds at dusk settle and hum, Alice de Chambrier is missed, rivers are swum.