brackets, rain;
smoking on an airplane- with gryoscopes;
thistles for dinner, coal for desert,
the mountains -old and worn down.

a dead women’s bed and fucking as usual;
it’s all over, vanity and the like,
just yesterday we were swimming in the frigid waters of the seven sacred pools
tomorrow its all whispers.

the brigadire general casimir pulaski says,
get it out;
get it out now,
and use peroxide on the wound afterward.