Monday, 6 May 2013





they never had cars or television 

n this is more difficult to go that way 
on foot 
without the train 

scorching rays bearing down 
on your parched mouth 

n carrion circling

an that feeling can't be beat it makes her 
blue eyes so haunted with alien 
horror they go black 

lamenting despair glooming
flame 

incubating dark thoughts as 
vampires crow over 
smuggled light 

an she wails for a lost baby 
in great gasping sobs 

screaming to find it dead 

and you dig 
and dig and dig
how to get in and the frustration of it 

I lay there trembling 
in  my fevvas 
calling his name 

the g spot 
is more emotional 
why do you think girls are castrated ... 






9.30am 6.05.13. 
















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