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the poets I adore
across the razor’s edge of love
and hate and bitterness and fear
the poets I adore have crawled as worms
slit open by each slow movement
the multicoloured guts piled
and steaming in the sun
the picket fence turned to minotaur’s teeth
a human dream spoiled but grimly beautiful
this is the dream song I confect
falling back to when I was a teenager
and reading confessional poetry in bed
at my grandmother’s house
trying to form myself somehow
to push through my own worthlessness
and hate and bitterness and fear
the poets I adore have crawled as worms
slit open by each slow movement
the multicoloured guts piled
and steaming in the sun
the picket fence turned to minotaur’s teeth
a human dream spoiled but grimly beautiful
this is the dream song I confect
falling back to when I was a teenager
and reading confessional poetry in bed
at my grandmother’s house
trying to form myself somehow
to push through my own worthlessness
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