frozen albatross
keep away ghost
of a thousand eyes
go back to hell
where you belong
ive seen your lips
move out of sequence
with the haunted
sounds you dredge up
why are you dragging
a boat about
your neck
the river
what’s left of it
tells me im too late
“Be wet
with a decent happiness.”
— Robert Creely / “The Rain”
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