Goth Vacation
I. Cathedral
We float in a melancholy aura
crying onion-eyed tears.
The spires gleam like forceps
extracting the sun from the sky.
II. Spheres
Pomodoro cut holes
of obtuse logic
from fecund metal spheres.
The lawn overcome—
cloud shadow spreading—
recalling last night’s dream:
the bottom of the well,
fetid water,
roiling
larvae.
What I’m Reading:
“It’s just that some people can do things, and others can’t . . . It couldn’t be any simpler. People do what they can get away with.”
— Mieko Kawakami / Heaven
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