Sunday, 17 July 2016

Autobiography

Take the sheaf out 
shake the leaves out

Read the letter
or still better
 
do not read 
do not bleed

not any worth
sans all mirth

poetry is/was
all vomitus

excretion 
masquerading
as creation

fooling 
generation(s)

what goes out 
comes back in 

people stout 
inside thin

reeds that float 
eventually bloat

 lack of purpose
made up by adipose

steady depletion
of remuneration

you earn /sweat
I buy /spend

Life of a parasite
shaken by might 


of inevitable doom 
 make more room 

for annihilation 
of all ambition





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