lady, true: it’s
good to be as you
will to feel
heat, sun, the
downward
tug of your
dog on the
leash, to
walk with
confidence.
my
pen meantime
draws blood. There’s
nothing so hot as red
spots on white
skin. you’re in my
keep
still.
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Rather ‘cutting’ or even ‘sinister’, as John observes, fratello mio. It must be the mutually shared ‘scorpionic dusk’ of the soul, that speaks here!
thanks my bro. haha, scorpionic dusk of the soul. i like that. The title is borrowed from a phrase in an Ezra Pound poem – can’t remember which poem. i have a book of his poems right next to me but it’ll take too long to find it. I feel it’s from Lustra – great album. his 3rd or 4th, i think.
Have hardly even scratched his work; your comment is a good reminder!
On form here, Mark.
Sinister.
thanks John. It is sinister, & i don’t think i set out for that.