Sunday, 9 May 2010
pioneers without a frontier
i have feared this poem
roaming dim corridors
looking for an outstretched
body
a sick mattress
desperate to inject itself
into a functional vein
and find hiding
in already poetry-ridden
arteries
"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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