Thursday, 3 May 2012

White Flag

if you don’t want to know the result look away

surrendered at the point all faith in the future died
look closely into that box of impoverished ambition

find my aspic flesh stretched, pinned and mounted.
the centrepiece of a dystopian diorama

and see amaurotic orbs rolled like unshelled eggs
with all pressures now a welcome zero where

nerves that have danced their final spastic coda
iterate no more their maddening din

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