sad little de sade

i'd 

love you 

to know

here sit

grey things 

night springs

sad little 

de sade 

no more

at present

the wind

at my back

so far

the moon

at my rear

everyone

blind broken

held near.

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Down there

up the block

in the square of the intersection

black & yellow rolled over

and the fishing commitments

Xs on their foreheads

    and singing

    soon

we will shave all the hair

        from our bodies

        The wartoys march

        the off-white tile

        cracked, grouted. Cold

        ruinous and rigid.