Poem, A Joy Far, Drowning, Leading Astray, Bonny Arms
Cities In Underscored Noon
July 28, 2024
when I found them, they were happy
a revelation epiphany of reasonless glee
broadcast in stark focal mirror pinpricks
calling ships unto stone edifice, lowing
that horn in fog’s clutter a dashing brow
top hat and fine tails cutting wool rug
leaving steam a-flutter, rudderless
speaking to drowned sailors in quenched names
madness is but the wreaking of love unrestrained
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