Abused ----- Fucke-Up People, Only Traces Of Reflection
Published by Friar Turk in the blog Friar Turk's Ramblings and Poetry. Views: 388
The Body is String Theory
Your hopeless wailling roped in waltzes
Fucked up crosses
Crossing the road on a clothesline
Without a yarn in your M-BRANE
your mind spinning infinite empty jest
clipping out only pages of strings
And then hanging them up
against the nails eye
that you nailed to the hard- headed ****
From Bixton
i couldn't keep up
it was too much for my straightlace heart
to measure in bones
broken in tomes
written in croche
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