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more rough drafts from Ankara

25th Feb 2010

in my family bones
are many mansions
a reek of vows
my mind is a
would be keeper
set adrift
in a wonky boat
I see this Edenic
dark this
close chill
on the horizon
in fact in facto
i’m gorged out
on white cheese and constantly
looking for the molten god
of freedom
femdom referendum
do you have
your Duende pack?
I have a positive
thinking rash

Comments

Kristy said…
I really like it, Marcus... It fits what you've been talking about really well.
postpran said…
thanks Kristy :-)

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