“Big Dipper. Small Moon.”

“Big Dipper. Small Moon.”
In the colloquial constructs of the cities cathartic capsize
I swim soundless in the deeper end of my self serving minds eye
Feeling aloof in the absence of the hair that stood on your arms and fevered neck
I made out like a thief in the night when I stole that very first peck…
…Day 1,160
I calculated every possible pain that you could cause
I failed math.
– Joshua Tool 07/31/16