Sweet nothing

Dave BontaContemplative

this morning is a clear ruin a mortal barb

words make anything to raise disquiet

but the word devil that word full of world

is a nothing as sweet as my first little doubt

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 21 May 1663, written while listening to Myrkur’s album M.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

this is a clear ruin

but the word

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