Towers
For the love, Iʼd fallen onIn the swampy August dawnWhat a mischief you would bring young darling!When the onus is not all your ownWhen you’re up for it before you’ve grown
From the faun forever goneIn the towers of your honeycombI’d a tore your hair out just to climb back darlingWhen you’re filling out your only formCan you tell that itʼs just ceremon’Now you’ve added up to what you’re from
Build your tether rain-out from your fragments…Break the sailor’s table on your sacrum…Fuck the fiercest fables, I’m with Hagen
For the love, comes the burning youngFrom the liver, sweating through your tongueWell, youʼre standing on my sternum don’t you climb down darlingOh the sermons are the first to restSmoke on Sundays when youʼre drunk and dressedOut the hollows where the swallow nests