Saturday, 12 May 2012

Riffing The Rim

facing a ten point deduction
for conduct unbecoming
I place my attention deficit on re-order
just so I don’t forget yet
smothered in the scrim of my Hogarthian hood
every chipped tooth blue scriptured face
proffers passage to a poisonous but
tantalising hook

to write the junk must I taste the junk?

peddled or paddled for a sweeter flight
this avenue never taken,
hedonic ingress unwalked, unwanted
yet still wondered
could such deep surrender be so corybantic
to allow the most intimate of plunder?

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