… For the love of God, Hector would one day strip Patroclus naked, leave him in rot under the Anatolian sun…

… The river grows thin.Near the Greek camp, at the mouth, a wild grinscars Achilles face…

…He kisses her, lips pull taut over teeth / At night, she climbs the castle’s highest tower…

…As thinking channels are clogged with grief. A cloudy view occludes tomorrow’s cares…

“… below the easel rest some artist tools, a Spanish skin of wine hangs near to hand…

… They had to be held, upside-downsquawking at arm's length, their legspinned together, or they'd peck…

…Take a thread, a single thread, and loop it around one of the dark hind legs. A simple knot will do…

… The house stands tall in memory, bare of light, barely visiblein the layers asking…

No roses blooming... dx

+b/our sins are like bitter pearls...-L

-yz travel through cities and sun on the road k=1