the bruise on a peach and the heart of a shadow
words plucked by cold chameleon missile tongue sadden
me i believe in neither gods nor monsters but they arrive
after all those nights i rub lemon rind onto my feet -
the concentrate of the unbeliever elixir of fresh death
so i think come unwanted guest used space
chalked figure there cloaked ghost in the corridor
the one i unknowingly sidestep to avoid come
face me let your locust gangs move their mouth bits
like the cockroach and sample my bitter contusions
the strange fruit on me cogitate? no need
nothing there to breed off dead flowers' old sap will
lace my dreams with a thousand wishes for this life
but the devastation by bad vibrations will unseal
them all they turn fluid do not leave me soused
but move forward and make the past move past faster
alone once more out-paced by a monster god
my tomorrow challenged by local heathen thoughts
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
