Querying greys between mouthed houses curl
thirstily. Dead stars stink. dawn. Inane,
the poetic carcass of a girl.
the dirty colours of her kiss have just
my seeing blood,her heart’s chatter
riveted a weeping skyscraper
Kitty, Mimi, Marj, and Friends — E.E. Cummings
You bore me away, framed me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places. And with such loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom, and my shame.” —James Joyce Ulysses (via ghosttownsandhypocrites)