Saturday, 27 October 2012


cathartic thread whipped
out my loose cord tails away in
a peculiar pain. A white sheet,
a paper urinal a vein tapped by a
florescent paramedic with a long
face he flicks a syringe before an optic
light, intravenously tube fed The Works.
Coiling wires drip-tap - clot instillation like
a shit Turner prize stares recoil before me.

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