1944.

One mouth ties itself
into two and on the rot
just keeps on spreading.

1943.

Here, kissing becomes
nothing more than a disease
of soft transference.

1942.

Making us all now
just hollow ventriloquists
with props inside.

1941.

Hungry and vicious,
the litter of love broken
follows in her wake.

1940.

A slow reversal
of roles with him bent under
her for the taking.

1939.

An elaborate
play, orchestrated in aid
of propped delusions.

1938.

Sometimes it feels like
the earth might slip its axis
and just disappear.