Saturday, 10 April 2021

the necroromancers

 the necroromancers


how commonplace is this sadness

fingernail imprints on the plastic covers

the smudged ink of the return by date 

stamped and stacked 

the dreams back on their shelves

all those damp pinafore hems that wince

on the edges of the towns of desire

hanging by the thread of maybe

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