Sunday, 9 March 2014

head dress


points are for rock
and we play
kick
scrape on shoreline
ankles and figureheads
in siren face
insults don’t touch
down turned boat
sails for dry
we hope
ultra limbs fix
by notice to
get out
fit to be
cloned
only if I
vamp for good
and forget
who I was
taught to
gallows
and guillotine
shine up pretty
knives at dawn
I am hide
stair side
they will pass
down ache
worth a cry
if feral
is sharp as
I want to be
dust and scent
slum lover
cur tribe
yearing the chase
one
grip of clay
resin coated
made it valid
found in time
for a war paint
slur
for life
stained
from the head dress
down
confessing to
love and hate
not much between
dragons and swans
except in the
subway
cross the road
now we can
no
nothing ever happened
did it
scream
birth marks
water dripping
from above
cover your eyes
someone said
it was acid
or burn me
make nothing
change
the feel
of a structure
obsolete from
the start
of mid-cable
strains
leak out
citric kisses
fire the tongue
disguised as
purring
detour to page seven
bleached
in the barren
hour
of dereliction
so we’ll never know
check the door
opens
and if outside is
the same
as through the window
a diamond
won’t make you
any prettier
the sides are
moving faster
than my hand
at the lock   
 

 

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