the pins don’t work
i had hoped
you’
died
that the pins
i’
d
stuck
killed you
the pins
don’t work
pink
black
or
blue
you
still wander
larger
than
life
spreading
callous
cruelty
Comments
I like the dark imagery in this.
<Deleted User> (5560)
Wed 22nd Feb 2012 18:00
I totally agree. I gave up the pins and bought a twelve bore shot gun. Enjoyed your poem.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Wed 22nd Feb 2012 17:47
Voodooingly good!
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Glyn Pope
Mon 2nd Apr 2012 16:25
Thanks for the comments.