trio

wrote this with some friends, each of us wrote a line without seeing what the others wrote. after much wine.


Intent on remaining anonymous
waiting waiting waiting
sufferance serves the multitude
wandering in the interstices between
        imagined and imaginary
gripping gripping gripping
innocence grafted to knees bare from
No, it tempts me too much, I
smiling smiling smiling
share space: captive
tendentiously triumphant, yet hollow and
kissing kissing kissing
sated.