Tuesday, 1 June 2010

i killed leisure suit larry

the eighties never
saw a more persistent vulture
than me

going for that bone
that makes you grow
and think of prophecies

pecking tirelessly
at the tattooed stone
lodged somewhere between
the metal memory

a fork returning on a radiographer's

and barbie's punctured lung

so many words carved
on my tongue
now growing ancient
while i remember


short shorts

spinning off rainbows
into persistent futures
from meat hooks

in gasping auditoriums

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