The twist of lip on lip
all the plans laid, up
-ended and remade
this darkness belies
more, irregardless of
what went out before.
So sore, from riding
the riding crop. Things
long held reconsidered
and the long lines are
stopt and they meander
around all impediments.
How to find what needs
all the finding. How old
friends, how old decisions
in this new light have grown
dimmer. How new friends
with bottle blonde hair
have shone brighter on
the horizions of each night.
