Where the rainfall sloshes from joint
Of broken pipe
Down eggshell-cracked rendering
Of outer wall
Let me feel a little life
Where my teardrops slip-slide from whites
Of bloodshot sight
Down eggshell-cracked rendering
Of outer skin
Give me a lover
O you gods that sit and give
The old new wonders.
Give me passion, lust and steam.
Don’t shut me in.
Let me out through the window
To join in with the dream-shapes of fortune.
So that I might use my wit and my cunning
To break the long loneliness.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2018
Sanguinacious!
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