Chapter 6

Published: Jan. 1, 2018, 8:03 p.m.

b'I was airport tired. Nine hours looking out of a bus window into the forest green\\u2014does a number on ya. I could use your hug now. I haven\\u2019t any blankets,\\n and you\\u2019re lovelier than most things anyway. Come then. Come now.\\nOn Bernard Shaw\\u2019s plan you can write five novels in five years.\\nNo way to know if they\\u2019ll be great or not, but I trust you will know yourself\\nwell, and fleeting. It is no unfamiliar happening that heroin, and heroine\\u2014are just one letter\\napart. There is something else in their smiles\\u2026. In your \\nouter-most spine. Reaping hegemony over your guarded \\nheart.\\nO belief! O contrar!\\n\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0Love in a seashell. Seek our your ears. O smile everyone, it is over. I don\\u2019t mean to be iconoclastic, but the bible is of no use to the modern world. Leave it for the afterlife behind us. Following us. Not one Need to hide your viscidity anymore, behold---------------------------------\\n\\nVolition.\\n\\n\\n I writhe for you. I twis\\n\\n--- \\n\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'