Evanescence
Jan 23, 2024
Upon well remembered alleys
When poetry climbs up through the sideburns
Of broken, semi-placid strangers
It is later not emptied from the ears
Like vaporous, semi-restless exits.
It plays on every time
The side burns are shaven
In the bathroom sink, on the dusky faces
Which now know that no such verses
Were ever uttered to undergo
The pressure of evanescence,
They were soliloquies of tepid nights.
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