Monday 23 January 2012

Low

this disappointment
is to be spread thickly
over the sailcloth of my expectations

deep within these tubes
lies a germ of posterity

from its beetle glinting crawlspace
spat an imagined this

oh yes
I can picture it all
the abalone egress
of invited gall

instead
a scratched dog
assembly fugs
over stepped frowns

behests this whetted tongue
lay waste my malignant
blithe trance

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