untitled

This is my sole release,
A sweet relapse into my own
Sweet
    Sweet
              Sweet myopic release
Into an infinite span,
An infinite brand of our own devices.

Nesting in a bed of poppies
On the sunny banks of the Rhine,
I shed my skin in quick form,
Slipping out of my penny loafers
To wade into Lethe:
Shedding my skin in rhythm to the tide,
I slip back under the current
Leaving words behind to fry.