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.


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