Friday, 10 February 2012


I like my metaphors to be violent,
as if I were punching a woman in the face.

I like them to defamiliarise,
to put things out of place.

I like them to be dead and clean,

an unsolvable murder case.

I like them to shuttle off

into linguistic outer space.

I like them multi-shaded,
like the naked human race.

I like them like my friends;
but I like a new, strange face.

And when I'm all metaphor'd out,
put a statue in my place.

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