MATTERS

 

manipulating always
the matter all arounds us

breaking the atom

harassing the ore

i dont think 

the trees

like the view

IN RETROSPECT IT LOOKED LIKE THE DONNIE DARKO RABBIT

way over the other side
of 
the
townside
dogwalk
forest

me & him
adventuring almost
in the
sumptuous gnatty green

my knife 
a better one
than his

& 
under a 
vim-scorch 
bleach sun

we found a skull

~

wedged in branches
the wrong way round

like a warning
like a trophy
like evidence

upper mandible 
pointing skyward

looks like horns with teeth

felt real fear
hot oil guts

warm 
daylight 
leafshine
was never so 
bone marrow cold

after school
198?

~

was prob a sheeps

tailored
&
manipulated

he prob put it there

tailoring
&
manipulating

cos my knife
was a better one
than his ?

him or his mad brother

one of them

pair of forest-scout cunts

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