SUBLIME ABHORRA

wound about me
u feed me chocolate treats
the glow of all your worlds
and accounts
the clatter of nails on texts
the written trails
the window open
the ocean of nite washing
in while your feet rest
on my thighs
your smile and that look
from your tilted chin

you like fifty cent
I like soviet soviet

you like lash brushes
and I love shovels
and brooms

we were never the
worlds of bride
and groom

and on the trails where
it never seems sane
theres just something
about it sunshine or rain
I meet those older
and beaten with life
their faces all weathered
showing that strife

I drag up the dog
beneath my strong arm
while theirs circle and snarl
and then swiftly move on
perhaps its my cold eyes that
survey the scene
predicting their future
not much trouble it seems
set her down
now we go
along for the walk
all silence and bush
watch
just like Nam
check the botch

and in its flow
in the wind
ahead the stalks
the limbs swaying
I see feel the youthful
you
holding a jacket while
you ready for school
slipping the loops to
your faux fur hood
a shirt hot ironed

the love knows no
doors....not like alice

yet I die each day
like the leaves falling away
principle and ideals

laying that at the door
we spoke no more
while the moon
and the storm
found our souls
finding ground..
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