there, not in fancy Paris


the style of it all
craning above you
he walks across a landscape
she has a beast in a sack
hope having evaporated
we seek rapture
in formless graceless truths

I will have to be the better man.

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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