somehow my concern was the American election.
but that fell apart quickly
when she took her knickers off
and topographic events flooded
it was difficult to get back
after the trees spilled
and the morning cast a scatter
as always some cold geese
clattered past
in the augmented detail
of wildfire
but this but this but this
i tried to ask
by fuck she shouts
i'm done with this
hits the black roads at dusk
things settling
all clocks fucked
whirring
like grasshoppers
one little thought
drifting home
alone
wearing tight pants
saying No
now all the heavy locks
of midnight
can't put this right
.
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