Faded portraits, and fading still

forget, ya forget late afternoons on the verandah of yr gedong besaran in salemba au bon pain from yr favourite boulangerie alsatienne in passer baroe see how the leather on the backseat of your sado is peeling like a thousand sails forget everything the proper spelling in the long letters youve been writing in clipped,Continue reading “Faded portraits, and fading still”

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”