Sunday, 17 February 2013

Sin By Sin

living sin by sin
the worst shadows are those you feel
sweepng your brow when eyes are squeezed tight
brushing your diastolic dreams
when umbral curve eclipses your hold and
pries it from the highest wires all that bears
my worth in such slow regard recedes

while falling all evidence suggest Selena shaves
and the urge to empty my pockets is strong
though my arms are just along for the ride
too short by a half squared so let
the wind roll my tongue over broken teeth
and taste the direction of whistling skin
as Herman talks of German trucks
and pancakes murder cherries
I know the pretty girls lie west of The Wash
I could show you every hole

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