Tag: pain

Looking Glass

Mistaking a neighbour's
two-stroke strimmer
for another trapped bee -
one more season's reck -

it too duped this side
of fingered glass panes -
just another easy
summertime error

I lifted a cold blackbird -
paw-rolled after impact
with that same window -
taking it from our path

to place . . .

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Fluxus

My heated tears contain stomach acid -
piteous shit - feeling sorry for myself
having thrown my empty gut's content
into the piss-plated Made in Italy bowl

They will not scar my face - we only fear
such long-term effects on our throats -
heightened instances of - that is . . .

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The Stick

There are re-tightened circles
within my bind - my condition
of well-rounded concentric ripples
Feel them grip - feel with me

He laughs at my stick and walk
because he's so very drunk
before an unequal fill of booze
ferments inside my empty gut

thickly . . .

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No Cure

That bore - by auger -
into one's own skull -
known as trepanning -
has never appealed
until this too-long day
of blindness and pain

Such drilling to mirror
by my resting tremor
has hashtag fail
typed quick-by-others
to my sapped at selfie
Best left . . .

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