the c so beautiful

’tis like when achilleus gave away his body armour to patroclus and he had to make do with odysseus’ ill-fitting loincloth. i can no longer walk through your garden in my own shoes. what’s left is a shed full of half-finished canvasses of happiness with dainty little clouds rolling in. ’tis like when the ironmongerContinue reading “the c so beautiful”

War Cry

I have left you for aeonsI have left you for the comfort of loveI have left you for a three-year guarantee of happinessI have left you I will try to get you backby the river bend bursting with melati fronds.I will get you backbefore the boatman calls. I will get you There will be noContinue reading “War Cry”