Troglodytidae

poetry for losing

Rainy nights talking to knifes/ as I watch you dance in the street / we don’t talk anymore / just reach for the lights/ turn door knobs to empty hallways/ banter to cups of coffee and empty bottles of wine/ just to feal more than one long winter one empty summer.

You walked slowly/  chatting up apathy for a cup of tea/ got sadly rejected/ fought empathy for speed/ you called out my name/ just to hear the sound of it breaking/ at the corner of college and main/ spent the rainy night calling out for change/ just to feal more than one long winter one empty summer again with me…





(feal
to hide, conceal, early 14c., a Northern English and Northern Midlands word, from O.N. fela .

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

i could have sworn i reviewed this before..

nath, this is simply stellar, lyrical and heartfelt and filled with, well, YOU. and the formatting is brill.

you are a talent. believe it.