Saturday 4 January 2020

isolate 4

our huddled loneliness of years past
income fixed
far below the surface
of want

we had one another
and even then

 love moved
like science after death
we were for us what no one
knew or could

electricity of being caught
living this way
   otherwise isolate
  left 4 lost

then came masquerading in wax
taxing the spirit fallen

 the heart of ink we smudged
 tore in diverse ways

     barbed wire knifed
 squeezed like cash
touched to fire

pinned on the arm
to fade

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