That initial coldness, can't get past it, just like on the map,
meeting seethes and smashes its breakers--
what protects the towns along her shore
when my seashore shacks are in ruins again, terrapins everywhere.
|What shall we summon next to occupy the time between us,
War, Famine, Plague, what dumbshow in a leotard will prance through here next,
what is the lighting cue and what awaits it.
| Cold spring stiffening the tulips.
Her attractive pain let it go is unhealthy.
Her attractive pain, I don't need any more regrets, that's enough.
Resolve the unresolved into adieu.
Demagnetize the pain that skids across the hours to her attractive pain in starling flocks of mental shavings.
|Recycle everything immediately.|