. .. ‘les deux caméléons’ .. .

By the turnpike
we stopped off at the corner
whispered stories to the wind
my spy glasses slipped
and fell
you crushed them under foot

Sondelique
no more secrets any more
in the glass menagerie
we’ve all been seen before
scrutinous
applies to change of circumstance

Natural desires
are not required to be human
once affinity embarks upon a journey
we trace our steps and find confusion
lust for life
minimalist, extremist, parabolic

The escape
trucks speed past my window
rain and spray, the sound of distance
can we meet again, say things better
as in letters
I bow my alligator head to sleep

I ain’t going
to truck with war no more
I ain’t going to fuck with my depression
my anxieties, my addictions, Ive laid them out
upon the floor
my disillusionment is pure


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