Carnal mud


spring in winter and free wine today

it was as if somewhere

a switch was flicked


hungry but don’t want to eat

only bitterness can

be wrung from the cold


(but disaster is only a muscle twitch away)


is there a word for that sensation of

"this happy moment cannot last"



the people here say goodbye

when you say hello

fair-weather fiends


now with the high-stepping barrel-chested dogs

fake fingers in the long grass

and that first abrazo of new season warm


i’m in between holes on my belt



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