flannel

flannel

watery

it's not your fault that

accidents happen

 

eyes bloomed like kempt treetops

in sudden closure with a september buss

metal arches to artwork

at such high forces

naturally just like air tournures,

the little shake in your hair,

dented brickwork,

rented daylocks

and I thought you kept the door open

 

anyone would think

 

in shoegaze shoelaces

you're wearing your inside

camouflage delusion

at such high forces soft tissue

usually braces

but I took for so long

flannel times for flannel tastes

and I thought you would stay

 

anyone would think

 

but your art leaves no traces

no buses missed

no arches wasted