Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







Scribble back.


Monday, 15 November 2010

6. Faces

Led by this age-old train-wreck emotionalism
This child is a play, and easily led
Easily mis-treated, re-beaten and mis-stepped
Quickly hammered from gold, to silver, to lead
Taken swiftly by the nose and ears
It’s too easy to tell an infant what it wants to hear
Even if in body, and mind, it’s no longer a child
Just a stranger type so simplify defied
Age is no equation for sensibility

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