“Broke Nuptial Minds”


We’re broke nuptial minds
Soft forehead dolphins
The lingered snow
Old winter
Sweeps her mists
Enlarging the dead
To put them on Xerox
While wanton simple clouds
Take their souls afloat
With fingers blind
Through the rivers, the lambs & the roses
Pale rural joys
Through the willows, the lamps & the graves
Still pale
Joy’s why we care

Like broke nuptial minds
Not seeing the prime pollution
Dark vine
Encompassing the waste
From a proper height
On stale, rotting nights
Such eyes sunk fair
On we must go
In pale rural joys
Through spaces loved when quitting
Tired of breathing

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