TWTUA

Love letters written on silver birch bark

The love letters written
on slithers of silver birch bark.
Slowly peeled back, carefully, like
sales stickers from the sleeve of a 12" single.

Through pints of wasted ink, eventually,
one was found which gave the most exacting results.
Red, scented, it bled with impunity
the words no longer needing to make any linguistic sense.

No rhythm nor lyric
a run-off groove scratching.

Don’t disillusion me, tzk
Don’t disillusion me, tzk
Don’t disillusion me, tzk
Don’t disillusion me, pvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv.