Offering 48 is now available: Nose Buster by David Lawrence
HAND IN HAND
Be a have not in a sack containing nothing at all.
In the promise of tomorrow you shut down.
You forget me not
And then no longer remember my name.
Have you given all your milk to that cow?
Is separation an impetus to come back together?
I love you so much that I could be content
Watching our hands walk down the street together.
like a voice
like a voice in the nighttime
a lady asking how empires fall
and what the point of it might be
building stones on bodies on pieces of time
they have sliced and keep in buckets,
all the happy ghosts standing on fortifications
where they have been soldiers,
where they have been swordsmen
or whores and glorious,
like a god dressed in the seed
of some deep avocation. promises
and whatever, all the reasons we are lacking,
all dressed up in eyes and voices
in the nighttime, ghosts again;
sex and time out of mind,