flannel
watery
it's not your fault that
accidents happen
eyes bloomed like kempt treetops
in sudden closure with a september buss
artwork when metal arches
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 long striped 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 busses missed
no arches wasted
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