dear dirty clothes
and deodorant,
I know love
as a fading thing,
always have.
thanks to the aforementioned
garage liquor and sour emails
for reminding me north.
by October 29th,
I will have forgotten,
yet fine for the train in the rain.
I will buy a new TV remote
just to smash it when drunk.
something is to be said
for not giving up,
some hunter said that
over a stock.
I am lost among porcelain.
for the rest of the rare year,
where only the gentle are strong.
pop.