Poem #2,562 | & she has been reading
& she has been reading
my poetry online –
a bit
late –
because love was
drowned
[by her word-
weights in my coat] –
in
my memory no beauty
remains to grace recall
[& some say she is now
foul] –
whiff o’ mistruth
is heavy as if turned up
by that sewage works –
churn of our shite
[into
potable gulps] & we all
hold our noses so tight
to avoid any stench off
aside averments –
that
word will be looked up