Sunday, 4 August 2013

010

This leaky tap in ceaseless motion
drip drip
         DRIPS

Those atramentous rims have been running for miles
beneath the bloodshot scarlet headlights you flicker

Plunge your brain into the nearest household bleach
clear all obsolete remains that pulse through veins you puncture

This revolting pandemonium in ceaseless motion
abate abate
            ABATES