Sunrise Glue

Sunrise Glue

 

First one, I tell you

Needs me to be

Ostentatiously

Brash and clear:

Your eyes make me sweat

Hands fret, too

 

Absolute as theft –

Sunrise

Stolen from the pic-a-nic basket

In daytime:

We’re not lost, yet –

We have food

Trudge through glue glue

Like,

Dead things in an ashtray

Always us, a me and a You

Stick to each other like rubber

Being, my glue

Oh, a You…

 

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