I re-read this and I actually really like it!
Oh how I love all the rings,
what beautiful shapes
their vespertine shadows
relate by the fire
and I heard that dusty voice
bellow with pre-determined choice
but I tried my best not to bother
for the man and his sister
the wife and her mister
the bird and the blister
ing sky–that swallows our dreams
from the place that eats east
of hampshire
and the nametag filled with a blood sharpie’s
industrial filth
the name etched
pouring
s
l
o
w
l
y
I see the silhouette of “desire”
