Looking back

night calls me to myself an earful of old pain

two loves have I and only one pocket

arson is a pretty house with ingenious chemistry

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 5 July 1663, written while listening to Thrawsunblat’s new album, Metachthonia.

Dave Bonta

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