24 October 2023
love in a circle
1
batter my head, three-headed hydra, near-
strangled at birth, I was optimised for
outrage, my mother had not paid for me
I was her product and you, her silent
husband, delving while she span my motion
sensors before I'd yet begun, now I'm
just a tool for any fool and no one
tells the difference between I am I am
2
not much more than
a stick man
with no halo
how can I move forward
through a loop
no longer here?
3
a spider in Liszt’s heart
or an empty dress beside him on the piano bench, where
is Princess Whatshername?
cascades rinse chords
and a melody mid-flight
believes destiny will do