Thursday, April 29, 2010

abuse of acrostics

glancing up at where you waited, when you waited here. (here, as witnessed above, was a space on an island where i was in love. once.)


recalling each memory enough matter buzzed
every renter has our words, 
it's more solicited over raving rants you thought had achieved tenacity
(i misused) (i subsumed) suffocations
the headache each waning afternoon yearned, 
could our underhearts lie dormant 
what end?

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