Friday, 5 May 2017

Yanka

She must really want me, looking fierce on vodka, as lightning strikes this scene, off my face again, like a match stick on a sofa, my eyes fill with shame, in this place a firefly, a dingy bell drop cellar, her fingers wave Hi, on worst days I think of veins, she loosens first my collar, sits side by side insane, she is someone from the sea, she brings me first Bollinger, I hug my knees, who can mess with dignity, without a Sou or Dollar, i don't like who i've been, laughter fills the darkness. my new friends are game, different from that other place, 6 poems Zanzibar she talks of Baltimore, and what it means to be, outside fire know the score, , measure wine or the law, you can’t wriggle easy, from that institutional core, how it is to be deep certainly not worth a cry, a family on the cheap, She says 'they get me high', as if i'm on a plane, we thank the great divine, for all the blessings he entwines, the sound of rain, windmills on hills nearby, within this sense of ease she says I've had my time, the manner of being done, is itself a celebration, we were't allowed to lie. they will aid our search, throw away the rope, measure distance before we lurch, what messes with your head, they laugh, the dopes, sat in bars making bets, do they think of us as hurt, do they wish upon us death, recognize what's above ? my wrist around her glides, her body limpid, to lay upon the tide, with the herring gulls alone, their faces to the wind of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those cool untruths, give me just one more time. she dances on Hawaii, thats what she'd like to do How can we ever grow, /is this your last throw it reaches inside you again worms of the cemetery quarantine, resist just the same, they party every night, and you my lover throw, scenes down every lane, skim the lake with stones, each Sunday we know, when sunlight lifts the Poppies, we don't check the Escrow, or make promissory notes, far more than any keep, birds thrum their tune, she pulls at my traces, the moon is her nosegay it haunts her face, other shipwreck look for signs

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