Sunday, March 15, 2015

A stray spark one night, from "Traces to Nowhere," episode 1

I'd gotten used to
fire, teenage stray a
deceitful spark,
sweetheart rush
conducting the afternoon, mouthing:
this hour will soon seem like a day.

Offend your dry idea;
it's all the same to me.

There was a time when we'd
take all pleasure into the ground.
Now it's a trick,
lying delicate to take a chance.
I'm not proud; those feelings as losses,
tragedies that run into the world.

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