nicholauspatnaude

“We Were Out of Time”

And places

and wolves to do that

and tricks the canary played

in closed hands

and rain beams

and frosted roofs

and scarlet dream

your cowboy clothes

and the robot lending missing pieces

to the memories of June

in fountains of electricity

pour you, through seasons

caught behind a door with your first love

a whiff of perfume and stirred to the

kissing, skirts adrift for flames

peach of peaks and the pesce

of heavy petting

one last sword to graze

the fizz of drinks cast overboard

the crackling of parting

and parties below deck

slips through silver hills

just as blinding, locket hawks

and silver men in sleet

a night on towns when unobserved

the beast reserves

of shameful things

and toyed the knocking

and what are joys

the buds aflame

river-smart and jeans

and needles coated fast and blue

and terrorize

the peeling night of denim means

the birds were anonymous,

as we once were.

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