mother
and we drill into her
and we plug her mouth with sand
and we burn holes in her hair
and we tie her up in tight binds so she cannot break free
and we swarm over her like lilliputians raping and wrecking
and we stub our cigarettes and crack pipes out in her eyes and on her arms
and we sit so tightly on her chest and lungs that where once burst forth a victorious answer
now there is only a fevered death wheeze
and i open the window
and the light shines through me.
raypool
Tue 12th Jul 2016 21:50
This reminds me of a sort of guy fawkes to be disposed in a conflagration of dreams - a symbol of repression subdued. Just thought Stu. I like to get in to your stuff but only you have the key ! I follow your trend nevertheless....
Ray