let the year slip by
let the hourglass
run out of sand
and for god’s sake
no one turn it over
Tag: no thanks
sonnet agley (20160825)
i don’t want to know how things are going
not with you–not with your resurrected life
i have little interest in knowing
if you’ve given your hair up to the knife
i can’t scrape up the enthusiasm
to hear you talk about your latest trip
once i thought it was because the chasm
widens–a bridge of shoddy workmanship
but really all i can hear is white noise
i feel a constant pressure on my skin
‘neath water where leviathan enjoys
the dark saline fluidity of sin
sunk deeper than any of neptune’s pools
my leather heart blossoms in bleached spicules