Bright
For Matt Bright

This is how it was:

work-strained
exhaustion,

leaving
my brain
strained

like a cup
of stewed tea,

and I'm sitting amongst friends
and Bright words dazzle wit around me:
and I can see shock ideas sparking from mind to mind,
and I can see the air bright as each temple burns,

as I fight
to raise
my words
beyond
the dull.

Its like
trying
to make
espresso

using
dregs.

That was me, tonight:
dull, someone kept saying.
She was right.


Tring

image: po

Dylan Harris
97-99

it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
fear in flight, god
dog sea
push pop
all
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