the destroyer > Barbara Cully
THE KETAMINE LIBRARIES
It's as if you stalked me the whole time
So now every day is precious?
Let's not stay too long at the fair
I asked too much without going too far
How big is the half we caress and caress
The largest poet alive lived in you, and you
Still blooming after my teacher died
Sneaky of you to ruin the rest of his summers
Oh, pond—oh, sunflower.
Oh, winter acorns in a bowl—in a bowl
We’ve got sixty-five and a half mountaintops and climbing
Oh, cactus—oh, the night,
the night and the bloom
You blur the whole room
Oh, the owl and her prey
Oh, the day.
Slipped under a wooden fence that frayed!
You really look uncomfortable
Oh, out there— out there—
starting to look good from here