(the provisional) X

surrounded by my grandfather age
corrupt laid around
beer in mind

then iq melting young glamour
textured lines & intelligence

we hardly spoke
she’d wanted i’d wanted
no common was there

her form perfect imperfect
black pink of dark invitation

i wake up alone
wanting to rummage
we’d had no conversation

if enthusiasms had found a meet
een engel could fall

light eyes
slight form
bright invite

i wake up alone
i want to open the doors
rummage in the wardrode
seek the heat
my imagination assures me awaited

i’ll be disappointed
if she’s not disappointed
we didn’t find
some rain