near the hypogeum at Villa Sagrata

I’d run again but it’s all about
This being the only poem
I can read to you so to
understand the Umbrian context;
a truffle-song under the great spit
each castle soaring to the wood beamed sky.
Some will say, in the years to come, a halo
or force stood around him. There is no such thing.
Remember that she's a you
feeling, a Decemebrist amongst your scattered
harken script, a beat - immense dull deep -
of the new new

something overheard

I really want my...

But I was talking to her on the phone afterwards and the thing is...

Some little, lost part of me thinks maybe we'll get a bit drunk and go back to mine and

As soon as I said it, it was just....

well, it can't go on like that and

seeing him is torture.

Best friend back all that

So I'm trying really hard not to...

make love and I'll get to wake up with her again, once...

I still love her.

history

to be whole and delineated and complete.

* surprisingly...

Failure is a function of risk...

~ Ben Affleck*

Շնորհավոր անկախության օրը Հայաստան!

Shnorhavor ankakhut’yan ory Hayastan!

toledodreams

So speaking out of turn
when three bottles down
it's not wine anymore - a Cana
miracle turning 5 bob red into
a morning's sweat-stench guilt
(get out of my bed, get out)
and I roll and reach and it's not you
'Don't you have to go to work?'
Haha the first parry of the post-dick
survival mode - dodge that one...
after alarms then 'No, not till later'
shit...shit...how do I explain the ear
defenders aren't for me - the sound
I want (out damn spot) is you.
You're in my top, an Oxford Uni nod
'Oh, did you go there?'
'No, but my mum did...to the gift shop...'
Haha the second sling to force and slip
parry parry thrust touche?
no, just a roll over, sir - re-embrace
the morning's muggy glory,
pass your hand through the window-slick
condensation, approach the blinds with care
and need water water like a 10 o'clock thing.
as I pushed your breasts into you, and popped the long dark home
I called regret and sighed inside please
no more of this franchise -
I deserve my better self and
all I've got to hide is this inebriate Jekyll who turns, in
mirrors in the day, to be my bride