latin latin latinA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonanother study.sometimes i remember words and kisses and a few smiles. we made love one night and listened to m. ward with the windows open. a mosquito and a fly flirted on the windowsill and got married and built a house on the blinds. minutes passed and, inevitably, there was a divorce and a court case that was beyond sight or sound. there is some phrase in latin to describe it all, all those categories and classifications of misery, but i've forgotten it in recent years.
the darkness just finds its way home. © 2011 Daniel Atkinson |
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