torn labels

                             feels like 1940
                             to enjoy so little
                             of  yr bare leg

trembling resonance of a streetlight
follows me long into th night

                           you were
                           right abt now

abt th spiritual
not th religious

                           [ street trains
                           and difficult veins  ]

there is so much time
to wonder abt someone’s face

                          unconscious rows of
                          hospital beds

                          you said I lost my touch / well that was my best

and after I worked in th chemical fields
all day
to make this body for you

everyday
still cries

                           but bulletproof and / and i wish you knew my indie

# posted by hardyf : 14:50