Song

 when I was young it was fun,
we watched the train set together.tiff.
 & when it was later it was better,
we watched the rain wet the heather.tiff.

 ‘lips; lips arc far along the star-line.
 the possibility of small print
is the supple full extent of it’.þx.
 I wake up with a yucky mouth
full of dreams I
 would wish to yell out but
can’t remember how to mean:

& when I was less young it was best,

 we watched the sun set.tiff, in the West
 (except once, which was odd),
& you a princess in that light.tiff,
 & I, God.*,
& at night you’d wield whips & wear leather.mov,
& I kissed your hand.avi & made a list of my demands.rtf:

& now that we’re not, I think I’ve forgot,
 or tell what I remember in a ramble.arc,
sets of dentures.jpg, I think we’ve watched,
 but morning eyes hatch weary scramble.jpg,
& I forget, I forgot, adventures fade,
 it falls to Fate.* to guess which bits she made up,
& what I made up, but it’s too late,
 & whatnot, & too foolish, & too fucked-up, but,

I remember last night,
 we watched the TV set.jpg together,
because it sank to the hills.jpg & shone on the river.jpg
 & covered it all in Seinfeld.jpg in silver.jpg,
& the light.jpg seemed familiar.tiff,
 so I kissed your brow & made a vow.bat,
  as if I’d ever never.*.
I kissed you.* & I vowed to you.
 *.


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