Tuesday, September 28, 2021

placebo

the ceremony of each day grows hostile 
like a needle in my veins 
going under the shape of my resistance
and landscapes of hunger

I've been told to take each day at a time 
I abandon months in a gulp 
but the best minutes become sustenance
still so modest, but medicinal

No comments:

From the Dictionary of Sleeplessness

memory is just a mix-and-match of a hundred doors and  a hundred songs  reverie is very nearly recovery the surprise surplus from   my unspe...