Friday, May 24, 2019

Robin Wyatt Dunn writes

Now boundless with rage
If we should part,
Me with my sanity and you with your habit,
bristling and popping under your waistcoat,

we should fuel the night,
and holy
rubbed over our faces,
loam and blood

the grand arbiter
shining dark over the sky
his dimpled hat
frightening in its simplicity
we can draw every curve
of your dress
of your enemy's dress
and watch for them to meet
in the alley
Separation II -- Edvard Munch

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