“And look! Memnon has been stolen away and is at the edge of the painting.” Philostratus the Elder
i know what precisely to say
do i say a few years back
what's right and how much of love
is high cheek bones and how many
high cheek bones gatherd here how low
the creek groans bones and how much left
i felt the thin cracks in what's right
and how does algae grow so deeply phonetic
down my chest beauty when ever
where ever i'm not looking at my phone
am i begging myself to stay say a few years
back what precisely do i mean or am
i asking me or am i asking me or am i asking
my phone when ever i'm right behind myself that's
how love is high cheek bones and glass skin
and how much of love is deeply photosynthetic
am i asking my phone which i am not looking at
first that master's eyes surrounded by bones and
how much of love is a long stemmed wine glass
there are my high cheek bones love
and how much of love is thin cracks in that master's degree
eyes surrounded by all the pain out of hand
i know what precisely do i mean or am i muttering again
either way i see myself of course in my master's eyes
surrounded by all the rosette bone algae growing
so deeply phonetic then i say a few years worth of
what's right and yet look first that's how much is felt
see the seamouth's signifier and how much of love is glass thin
skin cracks in the long stemmed wine glass full of saltspit
there are high cheek bones and then there are high cheek bones
in a low cut white v-neck crawling with algae so deeply photosynthetic
am i asking myself or am i asking me
say a few years go by what precisely do i say then
after a few thin years
