Oh, let me write
no more of
you
let me write
instead of
him
his sadness
his strength
his talent
for
shepherding
the disparate
the dissolute
the un
invited
let me write
no more of
her
no
let me for
get you both
writhing wild
upon the floor
the hyena stripes
of her hair throttling
us all
no
let me write
instead of
his legs
long and lean and
hooked
across whatever
he holds dear
locked
around whatever
he refuses to
lose
Thunder Forth!
yes, rain
there should be
rain
rolling like a
low-rider bass
along the avenue
but there is
only
cloud-grey ice
and a sliver of
yellow
pooling in perfect
Euclidean symmetry
along a bottom
of temperant glass
©sdrogers 3 october 2014
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