Clockwise

[midday_volery]

dirty with detergent
best man takes the bride.
De Sade smiles

midday crow flight
crumbles the territory
of my illness

doorway number two
holds a dark desperation -
but shit smears the handle

nocturnal heron
snapping bugs on concrete
takes me for a ‘roach

guardian of my solitude
let us commit another
gorgeous mistake

Comments

[sallowsiserary]

The second stanza and "let us commit another gorgeous mistake": How glorious. Derrida would be proud. You weave such magic from the mystery of immaculate filth. I have just sung your latter stanza in flesh to my corrolary. Sometimes the choices we make are a stammering relic, more luscious for the polishing. "Together we elaborate..."