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sleep the sleep that hate permits
I fail at sleeping
in a show of unconditional accusation, the reproachful slander of your hereafter,
amongst the placid hours,
I try to be the grand man, but I shake too much
unhinged by the overreach of my skeletal height
much to the delight of every unskilled whistler
tough love and rougher hate interprets the shuddering motions, as my left hand lingers
over a poss...
Thursday 28th May 2015 2:08 pm
love like a bullet in the face
you are ticking the subscription of a shotgun smile
the restless reminder, the stranger behind you,
twice barrelled quarantine of lush glories
tar fingered around the ringed copper, broken and unworthy,
smoking in the buttoned up knowledge of hereditary tracts,
winter tracks and the plastic penance of a youthful slaver
“x” shan't mark the spot where we shall bury you
a shallow...
Saturday 15th February 2014 9:14 pm
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