Wednesday, 24 August 2016
Holly
My own breakfast test
feel a lover's trauma
don't i feel blessed
sailing as we speak
with a raging lymphoma
all her troubles leak
howl like the wind
complaints amorphous
a drowning sound
that sinks like lead
a real performance
pictures in my head
jukebox in the kitchen
everything roars
seeks wine at 8 am
like she’s never been born
chocolate with toast
operate another form
act the holy one.
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