Loose Connections
The landscape of your sorrow: a house
fallen, in the dark. You follow him
longingly, your knees in his footprints.
Loose connections, a workable love. You
need a fall back position to memory
that is split, tiled, broken; like satellite
transmissions. The winds pick up gently
and the landscape passes by. You turn
to catch a flash of colour, the […]
