Monday, 6 January 2014

Lyrical (untitled)

You consume art
Like a man consuming chicken hearts,

But what's left in your heart
In that afterdark,
When the taste has melted away?

Sensation goes the way
of sensation:
It greys,
Leaving you craving something

Far richer,
A treat for yer
To cloak your hurt.

You been craving.

That material


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