the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
Sunday, 28 April 2013
the glug of hunger
the raw stubble of a soul
that ploughs in deep roughing up the thigh
a world that is flawed and absurd
creation fell into a corrupt state
the chain of suffering and imperfection
the shock of an unusual and blasphemous explanation
an infant bonding with a stem
turning into leaves
the resin of dark wood
the howl of a strangled puppy
emanating from a branch like a pool of molten glass
misc draft 28.04.13. 18.30
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