by Jos Charles
fell asleep in text
of lover. an other
presumed tongue.
book want undone. book
wanna have fun. too steamy headlight
pressing on toward night.
father-book on mantle of
elm eaves. me easy lay, book say.
word to a fault. me like home.
like woman.
a spine to it.
ashen n smoke.
no getting round
afternoon of ur
reality cult /
engender weight of /
color as sign as taste of.
book say, script the new
synecdoche.
book say, sure boy can read,
but cant have both ways.
u choose too
late. space
the new moon
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Last updated October 30, 2022