bleed your smog fumes and cut your losses

by blake ellington larson

cut your losses

stain your peril

your superb un-match
is at flames and at war with
your true un-welcom’d cravings

they draw infinites in old scrabble diaries

they clean the demise from
turrid heartbreaks that become
‘the meeting place’

II.

and your monolith strays from old gold glory
and the sages say nothing of
waves that blend new legs on old savvy

says nothing of new respect

(2005)

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