drank so many crucifixes - my skin became the tattoo within
snow angel creeping with the dawn whisper
buried on a throne of Bone
medicine -with the dreaming screen
cardboard homeless birthmark
clean shoes - stone suits
jagged lips on whiskey hips
strong helpless weak open , shut
digging holes in spongy earth
taking a shiny steel spade
slicing the top of my skull
letting my brain fall back home
words should be safe
words warn
words
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Author:
giantgentlebear (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2016 16:39
- Comment from author about the poem: are we safe i mean will Dracula ever sail to Whitby again
- Category: Surrealist
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