Henry

Phantom my killing is theater
imminent on the object anonymous.
It’s daunting with possibility.
I lie faking if I succeed.

What yellows in my own tomorrow?
Cardiogram antithesis if a reason.
Oh sear is cigarette
as I breathe in again.

All, I come closer in arriving left of
after all our pier is not sunk,
mocking out to sea who aren’t
in epic romance vacuous.


[a homophonic rendering of Sappho's "Fragment 31" with heavy influence from Laird Hunt's The Exquisite]