Sunday, 9 May 2010

pioneers without a frontier

i have feared this poem

roaming dim corridors
looking for an outstretched
a sick mattress

desperate to inject itself
into a functional vein
and find hiding
in already poetry-ridden

"the last hit"

is the name it bears
and it goes like this

"there once was a man..

there once was a man.."

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