Two Poems: ‘DRØNE’ & ‘GLITCH’
Owen Vince
each of these lives
some baroque station
of the cross, a slow
unenviable grip
on water’s edge
each of these lives
some baroque station
of the cross, a slow
unenviable grip
on water’s edge
All I’ve ever known of desire is possession. When he asks me
to name my enemy, it’s always after
someone I used to love. What’s the difference?
You’ll be sleeping gently and I’ll know you
by your lurid exterior,
is I know the humboldt squid,
the abandoned arcade.
Let me tell you an interesting lie. I hadn’t seen anything as beautiful as the inside of my eyelids before you found me. That’s not the lie.
but there’s always yesterday too,
which is tomorrow. Where can I go
then, with a new face, another name,
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