Friday, 21 October 2011

Black Line


Chased by the spotlight of day


I hang onto the wheel


Counting numbers


Until the black line is drawn


And behind the curtains of night


She puts me in my place


I commit a million tiny murders


Or a knife attack, in secret


It's just the same


But I'm changed


Close as hell is hot


I stoke the coals


In my belly


And my face


Is just something I wash.



2011



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