Friday 6 September 2013

Poem

a flicking light bulb shines on nightmare sleep spun up covered in tiny yellow back spiders to old to young to tremor to the point of ejaculation sparrows screaming
soft sore feeling I could pluck the teeth from my gums turn over & over & over sheet cocooned white sweat ceaseless one week then revived sooth my blistered heart shock sensitive skin sober happy so many sensations to fill blank pages

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