Wednesday, September 14, 2011


You walk wet with fire sweat

bleeding coragously a corrosive serum

- your metal shanks hawling bodies and torsos

from your sea trawl.

Be with them but don’t be them.

.never remembering to forget

.your parents chewed your nails

.not sharp enough to dig the dirt when they came to take you from your best bed

they folly - you take inwards a bail of breath

swallow gulping... my manufactured love

- tastes like plastic

- undigestable but still


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