Run fast, and tripping through sweet sludge
Digging a deep sandy hole to cower in
Burying feathers,
plucking my chicken-body naked
Ignoring the hatchett, whole and gleaming in the moonlight
I cannot force it down, no matter how the gulps push
Contraction rips it open, pouring out that red
dark liquid it needs drinking dear and
May as well while
Attending to nothing
Waiting for it to hit
Steam, roll and burn
No comments:
Post a Comment