Monday, 11 September 2017

You are the rain

I'm full of snot and pounding eyes 
Yellow skin and rasping chokes 
Of weak kneed words 
And warm wet breath 
Replete with curls of lairy germs 
Ill met furls of sister death 
Who curse my being
And will not rest
Until I rake my ultimate breath 

But I still love you baby 
From beneath my pallid condition 
You are the rain 
Mingling with my mucus 
You hurt like red hot needles 
Which lacerate my chest 
Baby baby baby 
You're the disease of civilization 
Infecting the strings of my sweaty vest.


11/09/17















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