Monday, 10 December 2012


guilty biology draws the
crimes and rhymes through dangerous times
though this winter sketch of pallid raiments,
the sad sack of retiring flesh,
erases the lines of entry with sharp regret
and in doubt of the wealth of its worth
instead watches the cat and the spider sat
each the other side of glass
she in a snug disdain
her in a frenzy of knitting pins

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