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"

Zufriedenangstschluss?

 

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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