Thursday, July 5, 2012

Love, today, anyway.

the physics of out and in
innocent white veil worn thin
like the love that it spouted from
Anne Boleyn.

pressure yields pressure
I tremble, stick-thin,
and my thoughts start to tangle
Tonic/Gin.

take appropriate measures
We don't have to leave the car
weaved this web to save you
and I only left you scars.

the mathematics of me (plus him)
twenty-three and twenty-three
but only with provision
and assume the preliminaries
Mitotic division.


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