Saturday, 28 January 2012

loving poetry?

Like all beautiful sluts
she is going to drive you crazy
burn you with a chronic fever

bring you down

She will :

Play you
Love you
Fuck you
Leave you

when she is done with you
you will crawl back to her with a snot nose
begging her punish you more

because she cries
out of a centre you never knew existed

You feel alive when she crucify you.
you are a poet and she is the muse

It is not an easy relationship.
I told you so

She works for the editors
Stiletto monsters
Mothball ties
High beat soldiers
Bohemian punks

Get out if you can

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