Sunday, October 28, 2012
as the sun rises
i rise also and
piss like a horse.
it would seem i have
no other use for you.
i wish it were not so. i wish i
could cover you, like a beast.
i would make your children: so strong
and without thought.
Labels:
a zed and two noughts,
conundrum,
correspondence,
harmonies,
love song,
pastoral,
temple,
thirst,
wanting
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Gets better every time I read it Nige
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