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October 18, 2009

Archive number NINE

Another poem. The photo is just a photo from Deviant Art.

old lady


There is no luster
in the clutch of her
little finger,
just filament;
brazen, broken
bone.

Yet...she will marry
one more day. Mark it.
Probingly define
colder cunthood,
stronger than mercy
alone.

YET, circumspection
surely fucks with her.
Foetal membrane
infecting teeth
with cloned, loving
plaque,

yet she will touch,
window-framed scalp
crushing her terrible
Tremble (sharp fingers
stiff).

Still barren and wiry,
shock structureless breath.
He loved her clutch
breaking curtains,
making sullied
beds.

I am a feminist
wiling decay,
she will fuck dragons,
she will slay cock,
she will love no-one
more.



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