when I was young it was fun,
we watched the train set together.tiff.
& when it was later it was better,
we watched the rain wet the heather.tiff.
“lips, lips arc far along the stars.
the possibility of small print
is the supple extent of it”. Þx.
I wake up with a yucky mouth
full of dreams
I wish I’d yell out,
but can’t remember what they mean:
& when I was less young it was best,
we watched the sun set.tiff in the West
(except once, which was odd),
& you a princess in that light.tiff,
& I, God.*,
& at night you’d wield whips & wear leather.mov,
& I kissed your hand.avi & made a list of my demands.rtf
& now that we’re not, I think I’ve forgot,
Or tell what I remember in a ramble.arc,
sets of dentures.jpg, I think we’ve watched,
but morning eyes hatch weary scramble.jpg,
& I forget, I forgot, adventures fade,
it falls to Fate.* to guess which bits she made up,
& what I made up, but it’s too late,
& whatnot, & too foolish, & too fucked-up, but
I remember last night,
we watched the TV set.jpg together,
because it sank to the hills.jpg and shone on the river.jpg
& covered it all in Seinfeld.jpg in silver.jpg,
& the light.jpg seemed familiar.tiff,
so I kissed your brow & made a vow.bat,
as if I’d ever never.*.
I kissed you.* & I vowed to you.