There is no such thing as love
There is no such thing as love
[between adults] – consensual
stuff is rarely agreed/ Time will
peel atoms from lips/ We float
once drowned [once bloating]
in canals/ A filled condom will
drift for miles – rinsing semen –
there will be obfuscated knots
& wet ropes & we will spiel [in
tongues] as hard fingers strum
love songs [a frighteners’ tale]
across a ploughed hinterland –
here there were their long days
& nights of said-indiscretions –
like I love you/ Here stiff beams
slump with rust’s weaker grips
over rolled out repeats of lines
of steel & engineering feats – i
kissed here under a pier head
[a sky of rot was our constant
shade]/ I will not agree on love