a poem or pic a day until I die or dont;
the online home of Ford Dagenham
Pages
▼
Thursday, 12 June 2014
THERES A SHEEN ON THINGS
cars - showroom hatchbacks with sun painted into the steel but under the glancing sexcurve bonnet the fat hips / the flat behind its a black and earth hungry beast scratch at it with chewed nails in an anger-jag - scrape the pretence off a grand balancing trick brain-suck ads / lobotomy-smile magazines of easy fortunes - they drip the gloss - charm syrup and inside the lie-skin is flesh / truth - tear at it with your stained teeth its weak and simple
No comments:
Post a Comment