The uploaded clips
Are Ink blots on white sails
In broad reach in plea.

No. No one will come.
No one can hear, in the dark.
Nobody from here,

Nobody that cares.
You have to roll up your pants,
Jump the barrier

Into the deep end
Under the black ancient veil
All worn and ugly,

Until the ceiling
Mere inches from your tight chest
Is heaving plaster.

No one is now near.
The red round and around
your eyes like hair.


Jam26