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burnt as the sun

when I was sick the pen held me
looking out
to examine
to carve open lives and ink out the guts

not sick now

for a while tried to keep hold of her
my pen, my lover
but the sun kept creeping in
sounds of
smells of
the outside

body aching with urges
like a dog on a chain  

for me  
its write the story
or be the story

an easy choice  
cos leaving the pen  
aint no different to leaving a lover;
tell em straight or tell em nothing
but either way, you gotta leave em
once you gotta leave em
and baby I gotta leave
to go find the sun
to run and hurl my blooded body
back into the fight, the fuck, the feeding frenzy of life
pour my ink blood out
in the book of my own story
start chapters in hope
and let em end how they will
drink lusty courage
lay waste to the past
piss on small risks
quaff joy between every heartbreak

even if I make a cunt of myself
who cares?
life is a one shot, one dance, one hit, deal
run while you can, fucker
and praise be to he
who fits the most in  

come howl, come live at the edge
tear at the torn places
come swear at the worn faces
let the fearful do the fearing
let the careful do the caring
Ill do my share of those things
when the worms are carving me up
and oozing me back to the earth
gone and done
done and dusted
burnt  
as the sun
Deathproof
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