That rope,
Around my neck,
Is itching
And aching.
The pain
Is intolerable.
The burden
Of my emotions
Is suffocating me.
The abstract
Is becoming physical.
And the physical
Is painful.
Would you mind
Loosening the rope
Around my neck?
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
1 comment:
help yourself :)
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