Thursday, 12 July 2012

MEDICINE CAGE


the 
balls of the soul
EXPLODE
in white hurricanes
EXPOSED
by numb accident and blind booze dominance
become
gold to hold conspicuous in 
absence
the accelerator memory depended on as fuel
to chug
an ageing machine thru sick hours
of
fizzling half panic
and bland confusions dull fug
when
i'm all held gently inside
the 
soft
walls
of the medicine cage



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