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Bez Konserwantów (third take)

there's a hole to keep you warm
a hole behind the eye
a certain slant of light
with a fly sliding in butter
to feel the turbo pig
scratch his ass
in this afternoon glow
draw the sexsweat
from my aging bones
this is very much a woman's
my ditz nipples flap open
to splay the winning way
to yon sexless desert
my laptop rattles like a cough
there is no
no selling back what
we already have
yes yes
I'm tick ticking
with a tension between
Buddhist and Christian
we adopt
a brand new language in death's
dream kingdom
hey handsome
you mean I'm going to lose
the farm whatever happens
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Anonymous said…
And from Radio Copenhagen:
THIS IS VERY GOOD POETRY (bez konserwantów), congrat & best -
postpran said…
thanks Grzegorz . . . :-) :-)

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