Archive for December, 2009
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Madness stalks
I saunter
on paths
a straight man
would
dare to walk
The concept
Played out
in my being
Puppet strings
and the jerk
of these limbs
make me dance
like your
little toy.
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glimpsing red
the dark man draws his
woomera
pitcherie
stuck between this
dark man’s teeth
backyard
bufflegrass incites
a sneeze
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The drugs work
The night
Alight
I find my hands
Dancing on
Their own accord
And tongue
Licking teeth
I find it difficult
To speak
Skin burns
The lesson learned
Let the music
Set you free.