master of arts

There’s no rest.

& my feet hurt.

the cats must be fed.

& the kids..

 

(in my sleep –

score the glass,

the page between

scissor blade..

s;

 

daze &

nights caught

in the long

grass between

bright eyes..

 

lie. give in/up.

the lot,

every.. one. ah,

 

bitter cold it

is, Agnes..

I rise

because of you.)

 

and man must play

his stereo (boom- –

there’s a joke there some-

where but

f… if i know

where).

 

All of this

is necessary,

granted.

accident.

either way..:

 

blind

spear the stars &

there where it lands

go.

 

II

 

You have lain

half a day

to watch the sky

pale; mean-

 

while my skin

tone dimmed

as the mood

set in &

flew as clouds

fly.

 

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