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Pyla rust .memories.

Anticipated the turn to loungecore.

Déjà Vu.

1.
meditate a triangular book
   trim each copied page
grimoire like St Germain in cipher
   cover solid black
all my secret poems i write for you

2.
i prowl the giddy whirl
i never crack a smile
this town's a wobbling wheel
i prowl the giddy whirl

inside some fucked-up whale
we wage our games so small
i prowl the giddy whirl
i never crack a smile

3.
zombie Beatles boom
my air gauge oorie
headlines shout hate

somehow the numbers sort
each poem pushes out
body's erosion rued

i could ask else
i could try trouble
the pavement cracks patterns

cerulean our snug ruin

4.
   still running the car
to hear this song · steam rising
   from my coffee cup

Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars.