Monday, 11 January 2010

phosphorescent sea babies

it's not hard to imagine harder times

new desires maybe

it's not hard to imagine another imagination

free of desire maybe

white clouds
whatever latin name they bear
not shaping into your sex

or your mouth and your sex

like a bag of cocaine laid out
in beautiful patterns
somewhere in the sky

to make me think of you

behind squinting eyes
and with an imagination
i imagine

that will never bring anything
better than this

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