There isn’t much to do in here.
Yet there are perplexing posters of paintings,
depicting perfect Parisian pictures,
poignantly parallel to the propriety of it all—
...
Sometimes it’s nice to just sit.
And today we sit in the Forbury garden,
the garden where the Sun beams
̶ around three,
...
Ecstasy In A Bedroom
There isn’t much to do in here.
Yet there are perplexing posters of paintings,
depicting perfect Parisian pictures,
poignantly parallel to the propriety of it all—
my railway curtains are down on their luck.
There are pearls at the bottom of this crystalline sea,
and breaking jaws and staking hearts,
and smelling flaws in stopping starts,
our aching limbs will break into hymns,
and convalescence falls into love again.