The Impetigo Blues

I stabbed a 

silver quill through

my hand, 

on the 25th anniversary

of the death

of the moon

blood smeared poems

dipped/dripped

onto canvas chaos form

in rust we trust

I thought I thank

Thin red line heading towards

the danger zone

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The first stanza is quite an opening with impact as self inflicted pain is portrayed. The death of the moon can be a loss of hope to some. Those blood smeared poems mean the rest of us have to wear rubber gloves to read your pages and stand well back for fear of infection!

[Shazbatt969]

Haha, too late, my porno mouth poems have already wormed their way into your brain, true story, nearly lost a thumb, and the Impetigo scars ruined the odd tattoo,