Sometimes Knowing Means Very Little, by Thomas Walton

Posted on October 24, 2019

sometimes all the world is lovely

a cuspidate, pointed and

willing to be defined

saying “darling simply

lend me your words”

these skies darken days

I dream of parking lots

of abandoned buildings

salt flats, strip malls

I dream of the hard

grey flesh your face became

after hanging all evening

in the apartment downstairs

after I cut you down and

held you in my lap

I kissed your dead lips

and couldn’t help but

kiss your dead lips

again, and then

kiss them

again