Fags and Enfantes

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Lozi, Aug 16, 2005.

  1. Lozi

    Lozi Senior Member

    Ten thousand fixations
    of one foul-minded kindred.
    A burnt child on a pile of dinner,
    with twenty surrounding figures
    dictated in smoke.
    It fills, it fills,
    my nostrils creep and wince
    at the poignant poison
    of human refuse in a pit
    of devils decay.
    Dexterity cries to die today,
    as I kiss goodnight
    the bitter ends in solitary
    fagging solitude-piles.
     

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