Rummaging around for a reason
To keep me up
Through the night
Because this is the only moment of time
When I feel close to you
When I can listen to you humming
Even though you are millions of miles away
When I can feel your hands caressing me
And your body shivering
From touching my coldness
It is only at night
When all sounds are rancid
And all colors are rubbed out
That I am with you
Sharing one delirium
Of some insane lass
Who enjoys making up characters
Out of dreary individuals
She meets in her everyday life
Never too satisfied
With the outcome of humanity
It is only there
In her mind
At night
That we exist
"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:
this poem's quite frantic. i like how the lack of punctuation is working in this one in particular. but they're all good (and wonderfully nasty!) fyi ;)
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