#1326 - behind the lines

 

1326

19.viii.23

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behind the lines

things with which I annoy myself

 

hair in all directions

so that the head and heart must follow

 

it’s not the chaos per se

 

but what the least tick may inflict

 

a fire lit nearly out

 

this flimsy panoply through which all felt

 

it’s every appetite for itself

 

joys of relief

nights I needn’t drink

 

this restless body

to which must concede

 

the listing illness

and history of a committee

 

abstraction pile

conviction, credence

 

all these words for love where I find you

 

things so long before

and we wonder

was that another life?

 

there is living forever as long as we do

and that’s what animal is

 

like a cigarette that’s good till the next

like methadone, just enough to keep on

no more than deserved

 

how we swallow the world for a pill

 

all this bother depicting

when you could be a part of the game

 

some days there is nothing I need to escape

I must be nearly there