Fuck

preferred hope
instinctual doubt
misplaced desire
temperamental make-up

fuck restless feet,
and this head full of ancient ideas
obliterate belief
and suffocate sentimentality

there are too many eyes
active,
yet carefully averted.

unable to wax poetic
can't achieve the old comfort in isolation
can't tear from attachment

can't stop all the fucking alliteration.

this is now
an archive.