Your books, your
records.
It's all at last released
Charitably
unburdened.
Except, though, your
photographs.
All memories embittered
The afternoons of
laughter.
Coffee, rain and
records
Loyalties hungover.
All, just not your
photographs.
We said we loved as
artists.
Not lip-synched by a kiss
Not cemented by bodies.
It was all
bullshit.
But not your
photographs.
Pirate
heartbeats still
Pledge beauty's booty shared.
But titillation's thrill
Strips genius bare.
However, not your
photographs.
When I come across your footprints
I reclaim it all with dust.
Smear away the graphite
Dirtied with a curse.
Except
Of course
Your photographs.
When I come across your footprints
I reclaim it all with dust.
Smear away the graphite
Dirtied with a curse.
Except
Of course
Your photographs.
No comments:
Post a Comment