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call you and cross you
a baby cries in the night,
here is what you should do:
split its belly open and fill with lavender and tobacco. sew shut
bind the wound with lost hair
plug the eyes with string
stick him nails in his leg and his arm
brush with charcoal
and seal in a jam jar
i am the ocean your anchor is caught in
i am the battle field your flag has claimed.
though you are chained to i
i turn without you
tides and days
continue
you turn away and sulk
i cannot change;
next i sew shut your mouth
with garlic and sweetmeats
next i drain your testicles
and refill them with myrrh
next i wash your eyes with my blood
and you will see none but me
Published 20th Jun 2016
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Anonymous
20th Jun 2016 5:26pm
gad i never wanted you to babysit ;)
powerful piece, a little angry
at least you keep it unique, Anna
much love to ya
powerful piece, a little angry
at least you keep it unique, Anna
much love to ya
20th Jun 2016 7:03pm
There are powers that cannot be understood
and forces from the pits of us that will always
be uncontrolled by any tangible entity.
In-your-face poetry, Anna.
and forces from the pits of us that will always
be uncontrolled by any tangible entity.
In-your-face poetry, Anna.
21st Jun 2016 1:14am
22nd Jun 2016 2:09pm
jammed blackberries picked yesterday and now all I can think of is your damn voodoo babies inside my jar army of succulent black sugar, infant carnage for breakfast with english muffins for a few weeks i guess,
i am the ocean your anchor is caught in
i am the battle field your flag has claimed.
though you are chained to i
i turn without you
tides and days
continue
and this bit, though it may be human v human incantation/story, read more like the human condition writ large, we poor conscious monkeys, anchored to this indifferent planet rock laying claim to this domain with what we name in taxonomy/poetry, mythologizing our semen and blood histories/futures with whatever lies drown us in another tide
i am the ocean your anchor is caught in
i am the battle field your flag has claimed.
though you are chained to i
i turn without you
tides and days
continue
and this bit, though it may be human v human incantation/story, read more like the human condition writ large, we poor conscious monkeys, anchored to this indifferent planet rock laying claim to this domain with what we name in taxonomy/poetry, mythologizing our semen and blood histories/futures with whatever lies drown us in another tide
24th Jun 2016 00:08am
Absolute and resolute - not to be crossed - such palpable prose and visual verse
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