The sunflower, the sweeties.
The obscene skulls
Racketing like an impulse.
I have many Lover boys
It comes from my humourless charm
It’s a secret gas
The bluebird, the suffering!
The black bells, the ringing!
You have female hands
You’re the jester of the circus
You’re the otter of this land
You’re the earth - God craves
Craves!
I need you like a habit
I need you like a daisy chain
You spastic, you mongrel
You little Bo- peep
When did I become so breakable?
Like a fragile china doll
Like a spider losing it’s spirit.
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fragile pieces of broke white glaze
ReplyDeleteeyes hollow
smashed
sharp edges
of glimmering porcelin
segments entwined
but I will get out the tape
the glue
and stick u back together
my china doll
so blue