Rave Posters / Palimpsest
She has an ugly facial tick
Rebooting
Once she’s in a groove.
It was going so well;
Never a dull moment
Until the worm turned and
Slid against my eye
Chanting down my wall.
Spring Sisyphus
The piss arc stamens
Hawthorn’s sweat glitter -
They cleave the heart.
That ‘imperial affliction
Sent us of the air’
Is the scrupulous punctuality
Of sequence –
Water-grey weight
On the heart.
God help me
There is no such thing
As luck.
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