Tuesday, 24 April 2012


the gated eye bars your way from a truth
that could find such a homecoming queer so
take what you can, while you still may,
these days of sand cannot long bear

the slovenly precepts of a needful rake
withered away from the heedless suckling,
of this every day badly drawn breath, an oblique
yet fearful contrary cuckolding

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