Saturday, 2 February 2013




strop razors
honing a knife
that makes your legs judder 

nervous jags rapid rolling in agony 

big hair
emotionally unstable
issues in denial
disturbed crack up

their secret thoughts
clandestine intelligence operations
like the green honey traps 

wanting to know what the other side held

a furtive look to his eye
preparing for a sneak attack
achieved by underhand methods

climbing on post party bodies to get to the cereal

you'd be a jerk
poking fun at a raving maniac

in the gap between posts 
vulnerable confused and lost

pushing myself to the limit
always having to fight
a man-woman
slaughtered

who are you calling a bin liner
ill wear what i fucking well want to

tank tops and ripped leggings
like you hadn't thought about it
your mind just goes walkabouts and you're like totally not there

a walking disaster fell through the cracks in the pavement




23.43, 2.02.13. © Lizarikk

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