loll

in the night in the night thinking of the years and the
women gone–
not minding the women gone, not even minding the years
gone
if
we could have some peace–a year of peace, a month of
peace, a week of peace–
not peace in the world–just a selfish bit of peace
for me
to loll in loll loll loll in like green warm
water, just a bit of it, just a time of it, some
peace, ah… in the night in the night thinking of
the years and the women gone in the night in this night in
my night.

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