Best - Gestern. Abend verlassen.
Thinking, being, doing good.
Timeshare compartments of my body.
My telephone seems a stranger to passions
Once past through its eager ear,
Its moulded mouthpiece.
Gravel - grains on the track.
The noise that fed that dream
About the daisy chain and
Oven-ready chips. Slips into a hairline fracture.
Traps in the door to the next view.
Hidden from sullen light, but no darkness.
Greying skies like Russia or the Fens.
Pale trees and make-amends of yours.
Pastures soggy, coffee-black earth.
And the ditches and drains
Pass by the dykes of my countenance.
These words are for your reference.
Well meant, well healed.
The working day has ended.
Reeled in now, I must go out to drink
For moments lost, for times too far to think
Of. Parametric decoupling of my sensibilities.
Wife swapping would be more fun than this.
I must go now.
I don't want to go out.
What gain, what interest
Can I get from my further humiliation?
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