Thursday, April 13, 2023

If this is where i must find love


walking thru the district like a ghoul

bars closing down to my right and left

windows go black as i pass

nothing here left to do


solid shadow dammed between the trees

the park extinguished in a hush

if this is where i must find love

i consecrate this night to what's ahead


two or three species might have seen

my next ten steps into the void

the fragrant precipice and buzzing depths

static on the scalp and fingertips


light growing where the street picked up again

betrayed the sense i'd crossed into a realm

never to come back again

the way i've come to find love is




Ikea Holyoake

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