Monday, March 30, 2015

amnesty

intimate bridge

if we one day remember what we forgot when we was born we will be happier still.

double quilted sun.

flowers of folie.

go and fetch the beadle.

i don't have great recall but i've always been a bit touched.


she asked me what i was doing. i told her nothing.

that was the angel of forgetting, just brushed me.

when you are here i'm less cold.

you know ishtar?
the dog?
you need a sense of irreverence.
you need affection.



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