two poems –

 1. to know him is to love him

 

what goes

on but

bone, flesh,

tight

curls;

the

stories I would

tell. Go

 

on:

score your

nail down.

i fear

tho i

might

burst or

fold

like there’s

no

 

stuff to hold me.

 

2stuff                                                                                                                1 March 2018

 

there’s now, & now; the rest is

shadow-play, a dream –

 

one day; you slip

off, across the room &

no-one knows you’re

gone.

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