Wastrel

Yes i can’t deny the worn out and truthful, if it’s picturesque – though
it’s just a saying, not useful – resolve that great chain of aging and
fierce hours – so soon it becomes annoying to us – yes between her thighs it
was nothing – i don’t know if she even lives, but you: – and i never was in
need of touch unless it would come through my heart’s shape – not like they
who say it in today’s fashion – now you know what’s going on with me –
trying to steal the light – and in the evenings a slight chill in the air –
i’m still here breathing, feeling so much better than i was last year – with
a curtain of smoke – and in the evenings a slight chill in the air – the
welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers