Monday, 16 June 2008

Late Night Poetry

Like I was laying my best baby boy in his cot
I carefully set down small brave young flowers
into the moistness of my fertile garden
their weakness
their innocence

making my empty breasts
heave

I then watered them
from my love filled eyes
and fed them meat
from the angry plains between my fuck fine thighs.


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I heard his voice
and sucked it in
like the dying gasping fish

His words
lay on my tongue
and then opening up
I swallowed them whole

one by one
Till I couldn't take no more
but I could
So here's my mouth
fill it.

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