they wanted to examine
queer lives lived loudly
recklessly selfishly
where fear is not abandoned
life comes naturally
in irony and erroneous
roads of tripping over
forward like a breaker
or cowering, ancient
stones grazing a lover
pleasure of solemn
dis-officiality, witness
duly wasted goodness
unterminality of each other
hyper-presence of dogs
dues unpaying and crazy
expending arrows meant
to bend to this universe
font of redundancy
stone won't roll smaller
or kill big here today
tomorrow's history, a
vanity, not a release of
more stomping foragers
onto a world unlearning
only to reappear there
by alternate delivery
Jan Jansdaad
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we don't often make sense to the rest of the world, but we vaguely understand each other.
ReplyDeletethank you for your words.