Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







Scribble back.


Wednesday, 1 December 2010

2. The first of December

That ivory still haunts me
Like the elephant, it comes with a fee
For this, it’s death
Or destiny

Did you see that cyclone by the sea?
In a way – I found
It was you and I
Eternally fighting, inseparably entwined

This is the first of December
And since the first of September
I have been slowly losing my mind

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