fitty 1

I fling these words to the world; how could they land

don’t wonders cease on sweaty blades of grass?

need wasn’t always an imperative

to err is to think the first fault again

write – a country failure grows closer apart

rhymes with meaning muttered into sleeves

I one of the characters in the plot

got sorrow, give more

bricks touch each other, repulsed

in future love eats itself, intensely

the parting hair stars watch on

hooded snakes tell stories all their own