Message in a Bottle
I want to say love before death words but
they only dig at night they dig in the clouds
a Ceylon pigeon shat on the Spanish stairs
(but they vacuum the moon)
I mean the message never arrives
All about: message
Message to the future
I risk an early death by sitting down for this so listen: my clavicles move like daggers to write cut-throat poetry for you no jokes. no mirrors. This here is a message you cannot unread. Also, it ages less quickly than we do. When you and I have turned into dust, this thing will be ...