arguspaul:

She was even more naked

between her legs,

because after all,

it was dubious times;

it was war,

each one biting wide.



Open love-

such a lie!

Oh, engulf me here

asleep in the wrecked

phosphorescent bones of logic.



Old he was in trusting anguish.

He was in legs and arms a mile long.



She passes away.

He never went off.

Go in the void of her.

That I did.



There was first of all the puzzles.



Died somehow I had…

always with breath.

I found that obsession

is a machine on long

after the drive in me.

I would rot out with it of course.



We,

the last of the line,

never once mated.

Amazing.



So am I nothing?



To Death:

Shape a man on stilts,

age 29.

-More of my work @ www.arguspaul.com

