Sweet sweater of tears

This swimmer of dreams
Sweet sweater of tears
You’ve worked out and knitted through
My strange little anxieties and fears
And im yours
 
Oh shallow end
And
Ever lengthy retire
I’m so tired of
Balding through
Though
Malevolent malnourishment
And ever habitual punishment
Has always been
A miring
Acrid glue
 
I bow
And I folly as if
I follow deep fried wire
And I follow as a knave
Lead to these depressed willows
These sad sinkers of the deep
Drifting down into my fucking clown shoes
And im yours