Poetry

Peanut Love

My emotions have been looted, have vanished.

If you remove a letter from a dictionary word imagine all the ink you’ll save

as time masturbates on and on.

Crumbles resembling tears that can’t find each other to form a puddle;

Stuck alone till they find their common traits…

Which ain’t gonna happen since each one falls for its own reason.

Londoners…

Used to be me

Now I’ve rematerialized.