August 2012 (2)

2 August 2012 at 1:20 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , , )

frisk me crippled hand
is it not what you wait for
pathological liar
rubbing his fly every five minutes
not compassionate to a floppy doll
whom waking cause disquiet

dress buttoned half way down
wanted to be his way
I, schooled in raw embraces
graduated from whatnot
find on me bad heart
straight, narrow sniffing
hold those rights self-evident
anti everything drawl gets stoned
yet struggles with his grips
greasy old man
is knitting my doom (01st August 2012)


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