Falling over hisself with
his tumbledown longing
giving out the raggedy
signs
with a
dirty brush
Glamour, disarming
scorning the
polished demand
seeping between the fingers
held over the
eyes
Blossoming: the
burst sea wall
remembered here
and here
the hundreds of arcing stars
duffing up the
hung up dark
and the Norwegian
girl
drunk and
in tears and
not in love
and not in
love
