you promised me poems

discipline
i try not to respond
or form a movement
when denied something
that i am used to.

plot
a manifesto,
like all books,
of survival.

working nights
cautious mornings where i get up late,
are sites for rumbling traffic
and tired hate.

i need net curtains
obnoxious passers-by
crane their necks.
i would rather wring them.

modest
nine times out of ten,
our hearts just get dissolved.

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One Response to “you promised me poems”

  1. a li’l drop of rain
    maketh rust and maketh rust
    flooding the heavens.

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