alittlepoison

So I dogged work all week
Turning up like a half-requited lover
Skiving the day-by-day of erotic seascapes and heroic misdeeds:
“America must burn” I read
On the south-bound Jubilee
But will the flames be bright enough
To lure you onto me?

The most enjoyable thing I did yesterday
did not matter
was to let my pink cuticles be
was to turn from the tv
was to unclench my spastic muscle of head
was to not nibble those fingers red
was to have a thought
before that thought
was uttered.