from the phone notes
"Bellum" & "still life, no flowers": a monthly glimpse into poems in process
Bellum
Who bloomed first? In that dark helical place Wrung out like a sponge An atmosphere of loneliness Damn do you see My multitudes? Somewhere a storm is rocking The boat in me A horrible man called me a hedonist The only word he knew I was faithful to him But that never matters Rapturous past lives Clung to him like ghosts He archived his je…