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A Poem by Alvah Goldbook



the needle and the damage done
but the damage is done
and the needle only helps
with a face shape like a triangle
eyesbrows point up
eyes on either side
he looks deep inside himself
not at the stars that they say you can f**k
but deep within the webs
and the bad positioned tape
where the problems ever grow
where the pain gathers size
where the child grabs onto the mother
loses grip, loses but never slips
the pain gathers size
and the problems define a shape
defines a character, defines the escape
the needle and the stir that never ends
the stir the stir the stir
spins spins spins
deeper than the veins
deeper than the pain
deep inside the child never yields
never ends, never laughs
but the eyes
those bloody f*****g eyes
can only look inside
and tries to change the shape
that defines him so well

© 2009 Alvah Goldbook


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Added on November 12, 2009