• Tom

A Note on Dismissal(s)

A non-opponent,

Folkish at times,

Plain, flawed

An appetite for hoarding.

A tool of my trance to


A barn wedding.

Profoundness in feet against

January sand.

The swords and forestry

Reminiscence of all of May’s deceased.

We can surround worry with

Construction. Content.

I’ve knit my own jail

To keep you an advocate –

To keep me a tragedy.

The roof bet dress was worth the fight.

An intervention, a hiding place beneath

The eyelids.

The weapons are empty

Just as us.

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