Monday, 3 July 2017
Juney
She makes with unleavened grace,
a beaten vow,
you might as well escape,
furious i agree,
we inhabit some other space now,
my attic room a dream,
icon to her blessed reign,
go on she says go,
sick of my tired entrails,
it's not so easy,
avoiding a bitter row,
what seemed a good scene,
always now in utter disgrace,
she works like a trowel,
about our separation,
full of doubt and migraine,
is this what we know,
her eyes hesitate,
stuff that no one shows.
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