Injecting direct mild officiate
into weary blood, streaming down
cheeky bastards chasing dreams…
chasing monkeys gone to heaven
under the ocean, under the floorboards,
up on the killing fields drenched
plain white madness, starving blandness
picked up fixers licking dead.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 100
I Cup Stuttering
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