BackyardA Chapter by Jim W WhiteInsect swarm of intellect/ pour on boiling water/ let the soil soak with cruel reflex and shock and phobia protect your fresh mess/ all your tangled limbs and brittle skin/ paperthin drive away bad dreams in afternoon slumber/ sundried eyelids and bleached soul/ so parched/ so unfeeling savour your fragrant herbs/ eat from your pregnant senseless soil/ embrace the earth's hum but obliterate these creatures/ please, something/ someone do! unfasten their naive limbs./ crush plunderous/ tiny heads with their teasing jaws crush and crush/ wipe your boot-heel refill the kettle © 2009 Jim W White |
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Added on August 23, 2009 AuthorJim W WhiteGhettosville, UK, United KingdomAboutImpulse to write is a madness.. sometimes subtle and stealthy.. a whisper in the mind's ear.. other times it's frenzied and chaotic.. a riot of imagination. I'm feverish, vertiginous.. climbing the .. more..Writing
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