Friday, June 19, 2020

heavy cartoon 1

the tragedy of love's

    addresses: written

I miss him and
knew this valley would come
the view from before, 
playing, high

no cool place for this mood,
the back of a truck

humbled by what clouds
share with fog
by going
room to room

forgetting waiting
just moving

they found this big egg
to study, like they say
in your own backyard

a sort of preconfiguration
to retrieve pleasure from bs
longing from fossils
we haven't even
turned the corner