they see the bleeding out of secular
friendships with a somehow positive
stigmata stigma but you've got to hand
it to them, they take the be-positive
sentiment to a new palm sunday ice-cream social level.
The king is dead.
Long live the bean-pot king.
circuit breakers drag their spanish heals
because change makes all this beautiful
and life is made worth living by the wanting
Alive with the winter opiates of snow and marzipan,
I apple my way across the room,
learning a hole in last years christmas socks.
I am taken back
with that same crass inevitability
that links supper to the toilette seat.