Leafy Bones

Thursday, 26 April 2012

Doggy Night Terror

Do not whisper things
catch me, that catch me.
Not wary things
seize me, that seize me.
Be grown to
hiding, that hides her.
Thrown under
tyranny, killing times
killing times killing times
equilateral triang-u-lar
ordinance taking covers
keeping meat warm,
flesh worn in the winters clap.
Do the tongues
silent lips for palms kiss?
Cracking jaws of my hands
to break amends from
Winston's midnight puppy,
tucked up,
no whisperings to things
just sleep, let sleeping.

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