Another's resemblance to ourselves
graphite & ink on laid envelope
Spoonfuls of saccharin dreams
Create pulsing headaches
The poet says lilacs are aromatic bushes of love. Bullshit.
I don’t see you as my lover
But sometimes find you as more than contrite
At inappropriate times
Fix me a cheese sandwich.
Peanuts, lightly salted
Now with fifty percent less sodium
Than a weathered crab man.
I can make snakes out of clay
But not apologies out of mistakes
So, let me roll out this lump for you
Nice and long
A work of years if not minutes.
In a Word: ultroneous
In a Book: Little Black Book of Stories- A.S. Byatt
In a Song: i against i- Bad Brains