Wednesday, September 2, 2009

"Rough Beasts, Hold Your Heads Up High (or, That’s Me In The Corner)"


her borrowed power

long gone

this angel’s wings have withered
like dead autumn leaves

be warned
this is no analogy

…this isn’t even poetry

(this is the copper taste of blood,
the chemical smell of cum)

This is the clockwork nature of love

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