Give us a sweet smile
or there will be consequences.
Even if you are a prominent
folkey with a lazy eye,
and new beard, cerulean
and white stripped shirt.
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Orthogonally, as if Sidious
had know it for some time.
Intuited one standing
and a hundred ways around.
•
If the face is less the heart is waning.
If the sweater vest the heart is waning.
If the mimosa glass is empty
the brunch is still going.
•
Children are out of the question.
Loving them confused
with thoughts of loving them.
•
I am fucking optimistic
love does that.
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The trees have made a cage like
loving living in the forest.
The bitch splice of dirt
and animus and sunlight.
•
Horizoning, as always.
Chamberlight in dusk like
we were fucking
champions.
