WILL MY LOVE

WILL MY LOVE?

AND SO, HOW TIME FLOWS
NOT AS FALLING PROPELLERS
of tender dead leaves
but as my Heart
by some /

it’s understood that i’m
surreal and write words___

/

And when the last timber shakes
from frozen ice will you speak
in nice words my love?

how my Heart could stay always
with you my darling love

No.  I am the colony of roaches in the attic
and i am not a vicious weak man.  Toward him:

Go away! For good!

Space/Time. I forgot the leapsickeness of my organ
that beats with me. Forgive me?

“Yes, it is fine. Now, go on.”

BISECTING LINES OF TIME my love.
as the Law of Liquids
(but I would never put a thorn in my head with
upset fists closed)

ice & fire.

:: 01.07.2024 ::