Monday, 16 July 2012

The Spit

 












Diluted by distance 
built-up resistance
with mortar and self and some bone.
My sea has been muzzled,
waves cease and lost puzzles
bite tides, coned off by thorned stones.



The Dam is all damned
He’s all now but shammed, 
awaiting angry air from the lungs. 
No butterfly effect
just the body reject.
hot saliva mixed by a sour tongue.


SPIT

3 comments:

  1. Hope this gets an airing at 42 ... brilliant!

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  2. Not sure if I'm ready to perform these, but maybe one day....

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