Moth: Dream 2
Moth: Parents Sonnet
Moth- a new season Beams about the last
Was a happy jazz there blowing horns electric States, lapped damp as mississip took pulls of moon gin. Ive not baptized yet the river gurgles, rhythmic Tithes swelled in youths pants splitting the air like cotton.
Fits a strangeness to Wing- word heaves or Smoke or tongue wields Some day- past with tangents About the lightness of a cigg Old sweet cask of skin Wont- Moth Take me in your river softness Loft me a snow coming- close My mouth in thighs of
This is your chasm to have and me for feeling, Whose shore your skin left its denim heaves to bathe beside River cramps our thigh casts line peels word for peeling. (I love you still but cannot so) close as night derives. Unclose my gullet freeze the ice of rivers in Not just booze fire to wilt your legs in last calls Last girl dancing the linoleum wet dancing The earth to slop at least to swallow every kiss. Every bit lip pounds of flesh drowns its body left.
(Damp of snow coming) Dreams locket the sobbing moss Rapp moths once- at once my bone Opened like a bone fountain-murmur
I pull this river up like a skirt or a song does. And you’re a moth gone too and only light pulls in.
And though whisky spills your eyes And trees spread to skiffs there No laurel plucks for you And almost your hairs hang like their pictures And almost like moths sing at hands For a common violence to die in
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