this feels good. rhyming heals, slowly i find time to sit for myself. received a beautiful letter yesterday. it has been in my backpack, keeping me warm; hiromi sends parcels of safety.
maybe you could write to me too.
false alarm; a basic tease.
i'll sit and i'll sneeze.
reading all but what you mean
into your writings - obscene.
just to please,
via the eigth crudely masked wheeze.
i dread
the inevitable, unavoidable
weight of self-concious lead.
so this caution - hardly false,
merely the sweet quick of
envelope pulse.
'trust' - hal hartley
thankyou indra, ah miss you already.
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