paris melting as puckered lights
lips fighting a glass with opportunity
breaking
tensions pressure us, pulses. right?
today few rains on, and everything
floods while a hint tips
the illuminated rooster to waking
screams water on a path of tiny feathers
or is this a trap
width trips and be thought masking
only what you know of me is of us
shaving my speed
or other drugs illicit mistakes fill
a diminished gear to dust or desire
So then you put glue in it
the knot, the country club is soft
sophisticated knowledge shouldn’t be.
guided.
by a stolen baby fox
where punks are more or less bros
however many
hiding lines, borrows light dude
a cross, the woods, circled by a fire
but which is more unlikely?
whatever ‘I know right’ , “rude”
shared shops two hands relate reacting
blind
ribbons attitude reaching body
double-dates, or too close to just
be scared
spinning without trust
asks ‘why nothing thanks”
nowadays
Joseph Saliba - Poems and Loss 