& now more than less
longer than less
less than fleeting
all have to remember
twine slowly unfurl
years reassemble
paper dolls
fine happy now glossy
feeling raw weekly
pauses home upstairs
windy nights waiting
for trains chills winters
smoking on platform
train over back to Manhattan
bridges iced water
always break always
now stop here to go
you’re welcome for the generous
hot French press this morning
doubts paper
dolls unfurl always break
can always wave with winds
liquid pig cranky cranky
with cans of wine darkly
presented squeal squeal
what did ye say ye do ye
O ye write poems & dance do ye
& do ye do the dances in chants do ye
chances that ye do ye do
O thank ye for the hot French
press falling steam fast
from yr made ceramic
artistic inclinations spilling
from pockets stashed bits
of expression crumbled
on yr floor next to yr broken
banjo go ahead & go
go go go ahead & go
gone hate will blow into blossoms of regret
& with yr alcohol hate will be one ye know
to be home in yr malice
as yr piano solo ends exceedingly
to grinding notes more often then not off kilter
longer than less
less than fleeting
all have to remember
twine slowly unfurl
years reassemble
paper dolls
fine happy now glossy
feeling raw weekly
pauses home upstairs
windy nights waiting
for trains chills winters
smoking on platform
train over back to Manhattan
bridges iced water
always break always
now stop here to go
you’re welcome for the generous
hot French press this morning
doubts paper
dolls unfurl always break
can always wave with winds
liquid pig cranky cranky
with cans of wine darkly
presented squeal squeal
what did ye say ye do ye
O ye write poems & dance do ye
& do ye do the dances in chants do ye
chances that ye do ye do
O thank ye for the hot French
press falling steam fast
from yr made ceramic
artistic inclinations spilling
from pockets stashed bits
of expression crumbled
on yr floor next to yr broken
banjo go ahead & go
go go go ahead & go
gone hate will blow into blossoms of regret
& with yr alcohol hate will be one ye know
to be home in yr malice
as yr piano solo ends exceedingly
to grinding notes more often then not off kilter
