Thursday, April 17, 2014

17/30 Experiment

Time to have some fun! Found poetry from Circling the Triangle by Margrit Cruickshank page 9

hear moth -ooo
crawl out of bed
wedge chair under door
handle time.
pound door
shout get up
the masses
sound spiritual

pull duvet tight
grunt I don't give a damn
yell you immature infant
drunken pig
I did enough
I'm skull blood sick
I groan
Sick to the teeth
I drag the bloody bathroom
crawl on your bloody knees
pull duvet over my head
my insides churn
my mouth grows hairy mould
I want peace.

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