I am down the hole again
The darkness is eating me
The thoughts crawling in my mind
And the scorpions on my skin
Your shadows are here too
They never left, your shadows
There was a dim light before
Coming from somewhere above
Where did this light go?
I haven't noticed it's gone...
It is sad, living in a hole
And the scorpions,
Why wouldn't they just eat me
And let my soul come out of the pores in my skin
And meet your shadows
I don't care if both stay in the hole
They stay together
If your body couldn't handle mine,
Would your shadows handle my soul?
"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
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