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Choked today on blank Tudor boldness as broken neighbours sucked through the seams of the shit they build with ostentatious walls.
Smoked today, fifth time since 1988, with kids I knew through springs, then again in falls, but they're not kids at all.
And then it came-our world in my chest-set up by your silent residue in my room, then in my car.
But for today, too late.
Some business I guessed.
No cancellation, as if I knew how busy you are.
To know a love like subtle brios, eclipsed crescendos, some swallowed whole.
Like things I have to look at: red hair and Rothkos, as if the angels just have to show.
In fairness to you I must revise this romance to rust, trade in this stash for cash, trade in these goods for ash.
In fairness to you I will stare the paint right off this sill, beat down the floor with my feet 'till you and I have time to be still.